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How to beat an Assassin

Summary: Shepard and Thane have a sparring match which quickly turns into something... else.

Rating: Explicit

She watched the assassin in front of her as he stretched out his limbs, admiring the the beautifully carved planes of his body. His body was a weapon built for killing, which stood at odds with his gentle demeanor.

“Siha?” Thane asks, noticing her stare.

She smiled at being caught, swinging her arms in an attempt to loosen them up before getting into a defensive position. “Ready?”

“Whenever you are.” He mimicked her stance, feet apart and fists up. Waiting.

Like she usually did, she swung first and he dogded deftly.

They usually didn’t have time to go on any proper dates (not to mention the fact that they rarely got off anywhere that wasn’t riddled with danger), so they resorted to sparring as way to spend quality time together. It both kept your reflexes sharp and as well as let you be together alone, since the training room was usually empty. Though the ‘sparring’ was more of loose term at this point. He knew her every move and counter move, and so did she but they said nothing.

They met each other, beat for beat and strike for strike. She was more intent in watching his expression. His furrowed brow and eyes so dark that she could drown in them.

Catching her offguard, Thane sweeps his leg beneath her. She barely had time to blink before she was on the ground, with him pinning her down. “Your mind is elsewhere, Siha.”

“I have a lot of… things on my mind. Well, one thing really.” She gave him a cheeky smile.

His grip on her wrists was loose, as it always was. Even when he was sparring with her, he treated her gently. It was sweet and bit frustrating at times, but a weakness she liked to expose often.

She slid her hands out of his grip, gently pulling his face down to hers. His lips were soft but full of hunger and need. He let out a soft groan, letting himself be swept up in her. Taking the chance, she grabs him the shirt and flips them over, with her being on top now.

Both panting, he stares up at her. “I win.” She smiles, leaning down. “Or should we call it a draw?”

She ground herself against him, making her intentions known.

“Whatever you want, Siha.” He says, his hand running through her hair as he drags her down for another kiss. Desperate as a drowning man is for air, grinding himself against her. She willingly obliged, hands deftly unbuttoning his shirt. She felt Thane's hands wander as well, but they frustratingly never strayed from her hips or her upper back.

As their tongues rolled and roamed, she guided his hands beneath her shirt, unhooking her bra. He was an eager student and an even quicker learner. She let out a gasp as his hands massaged her breasts, pinching and tugging them masterfully.

Her mouth moved to his neck, trailing kisses as she went. She picked a spot where she knew he’d be able hide easily, she sucked the skin till it bruised, feeling his hips grinding themselves . She smiles down at the newly formed hickey before turning to look at Thane.

His eyes were dilated, his breath was short and his lips looked almost swollen. There even seemed to be a flush on his green scales. Her hands lightly trace the dips and valleys of his chest.

She gently cupped his face. “Have I ever told you that you are the most handsome man I have ever met?” She placed a kiss on his lips. “And that I love you to pieces?” And another.

He laughs, a lovely thing she didn’t get to hear enough of. “You have. But I don’t mind hearing it again.” He covers her hands with his, leaning into her touch.

As she’s about to go in for another kiss, EDI’s voice booms over the comms overhead. “Shepard, Miranda would like to talk to you. She says it’s urgent.”

With a heavy sigh, she peels back from Thane. “Tell her I’m on my way.”

Getting up, they brush themselves off. Her skin still felt like it was on fire and her cheeks were flushed but she hoped it would calm down on her way there. She looks at Thane, buttoning up his shirt and moves to help. His hands are shaking a bit, and so were hers as they try to calm down from the momentary high. While she takes on the challenge of his shirt, he runs his hands through her ruffled hair in attempt to smoothe it down. He also helps re-clapse her bra and smoothen out her clothes. Once done, she can’t help but stare at him. Her desire was still fresh and just as (if not more) hungry as it was a minute ago, and she knew he felt the same.

She pulls him in for one last kiss. Brief, but strong, with both of them clinging to eachother. When they break the kiss, she's out of breath once more but this time she finally makes her way towards the exit. “This isn’t over. I will expect you in my quarters for a tiebreaker once I have finished with Miranda.”

“As you wish, Siha.” You could hear the smile in his voice.

#shepard x thane #female shepard #femshep #thane krios #mass effect legendary edition #mass effect trilogy #mass effect 3 #mass effect 2 #femshep x thane #shepard x thane fanfic

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She would. And she'd keep the picture framed somewhere in her room.

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Dragon Age: Inquisition Companion Jealousy Headcannons

Nobody asked for it, but here is a compilation of how I think all the romanceable characters would react if they saw someone being overly flirtatious with the Inquisitor at a Orlesian party.

Sera

It's all fun and games until she sees someone flirting with her Inky, standing too bloody close with their hands on her shoulder, laughing snootily. She'd considered throwing a pie to their face -or better yet, an arrow- but then they would never know it was from her and she wanted them to know. So, she strided up to them, stomped on their foot with all the strength she had before cheekily wrapping her arm around you and placing a kiss on your cheek. "Move it, asshat. People are trying to have a good time and your face is ruining it."

She turn to her with a raised brow, "I thought I told you to play nice."

"Oh, that was nice. Next time, they'll get an arrow to the face."

Cassandra

She was above all the games the played. The wicked grins, the sly glances and the feeling that someone might stab you in the back at any given moment. She was above the frivolity and glamor of it all. That is, until she saw the many flirtatious advances made on you. You had been separated since you both needed to conduct your own separate business, but her eyes couldn't help but glance at your direction, at the way the ladies gently locked their arms with yours, how they pushed out their chest, smiled coyly and fluttered their lashes. She was so enraged, her hands were shaking. She left what she was doing, grabbed a flute of wine and walked over to you. As she walks over, she trips and spills her drink over a few of the ladies. "Oh, I'm so sorry. It's hideous now..." She says, staring at their pretty dresses. "Better go get changed."

"You're smiling." You say, a wicked grin on your face.

"You are mistaken." She says pursing her lips, unable hid the slight twitch.

"You are." You laugh, gently wrapping your arm around her and placing a kiss on her hand. "It's alright, love. You are the apple of my eye, the light of life and the only one for me."

She doesn't lose the scowl, but she leans into you, resting her head on your shoulder. "I'd better be."

Dorian

His amatus was making rounds around the room, chatting it up with the nobles. His handsome face and charming smile was something he always liked to admire, and apparently, he wasn't the only one. A noble seemed to have taken quite a liking to his lover, having one arm wrapped around him as they introduced him to their friends by his name instead of title. Like they'd been friends for years, or more than that, by their closeness.

He did not go through all the trouble of deciding to helping the inquisition, meeting the inquisitor, having him turn out to be the most wonderful person he's ever met, falling in love with them and having his love returned, and fighting an archdemon alongside him to have someone try and steal him away. Especially not someone wearing the most horrid chartreuse hat he'd ever seen.

He strode up to you and deftly spun you out of their grasp. "Amatus, I believe you owe me a dance."

You couldn't help but laugh. "Do I now? But how could I ever compete with grace and style on the dance floor?"

"That handsome face will distract everyone from your terrible dancing and with me guiding you, you can't go wrong." He said tossing a glance at the noble, making sure to never let go of your hand as he guided you to the dance floor.

Cullen

He detested parties and tried to avoid them at all cost. He always tried to find a quiet corner to wear out the night in but they always seemed to find him. The nobles women seemed to have a nose for finding him that would give a mabari hound a run for his money. He rejected advance after advance, giving no quarter but in the flurry of it all, he had lost you. He searched over the tops of heads looking for you.

And there you were, beautiful as ever, laughing. He was almost too taken aback by you that it took him a second to notice the man standing next to you. The man was handsome, and apparently very charming, by the way you could barely breathe in your laughter. His smile did not fool him, he knew by the way he watched you that he had no intention of simply becoming friends. His blood boiling, he excused himself, rather forcefully and strided up to you.

You were surprised since he seemed quite busy but still very happy to see him. "Oh, Cullen! This is-"

"I'd like a moment." He stated, arms behind his back. "Alone."

"Oh, sure..." You bid your farewells to the man before following Cullen to a balcony. "You realize that was very rude? Josephine is sure to give me speech on proper etiquette when we get back." You say, jumping to sit on the stone railing.

You softened as he didn't answer, placing your hand on his shoulder. "What's wrong? You seemed angry back there..."

"I'm not angry... I'm just frustrated. " He sighed, leaning over the railing.

"Not with me, I hope?" You laugh.

"No!" He said, almost startled. He took your hand in his, placing a kiss on it, never letting it go. "I could never be angry with you... It's just- that man... He was so...!"

And then it all finally clicked together. "Maker's breath, Cullen were you jealous?" You ask, smiling from ear to ear. "Oh, that is adorable!"

"A-adorable...?!" His cheeks were flushed as he looked at you and could only stand still as you placed a kiss on his forehead.

"I love you." You said placing a kiss on his cheek.

"I..." You placed another on the opposite cheek.

"Love..." His nose.

"You." His lips. "No one could ever change what I feel for you."

He smiled up at her. "I might need some more convincing..."

Josephine

She loved parties. The court intrigue, the schemes, the secretiveness of it all. It was thrilling for her, the game. She loved the glitz and glam of it all. She loved it even more with you there. But she understood that you didn't really like it as much as she did, which is why she usually found a secluded corner for you to pass the time. She'd make her round around the party, gather bits of gossip that she thought you'd find interesting or funny before returning to you, usually with a plate of food or with drinks (which you greatly appreciated).

But as she approached the spot where she had left you, she quickly realized that you were not alone. Sitting far too close to you on a couch were two Orlesian nobles. Their faces inches away from yours and were whispering something in your ear, not bothering to notice the way you tried to put distance between them and you.

"Viscount De Calvio. Dutchess Anisia. How lovely to see you." She could feel her cheek twitching as she smiles at them. This was unlike her, she had learned the game at a young age, she shouldn't be showing such obvious irritation. "I was so sad to hear about your brother moving away, Dutchess Anisia."

"Yes, Damien has gotten an all expenses paid scholarship to one of the best colleges in Thedas."

"That's funny because I saw him recently in Nevarra along with that servant girl you had fired. Oh, what was her name again...? Annabelle...? Anais? Ah, it was Annika! She was a big as balloon too... I'd estimate about eight months pregnant at least, around the same amount of time she's been fired. The poor thing..." She frowned at the Duchess, who was white as a sheet.

She turned to the Viscount. "And you, Viscount, I'm surprised to see you here since your family has been going through such a hard time with all that dept your father left you. My condolences. "

Anger was written over their faces. They looked they would punch her right then and there, but this was the game. They couldn't go through with it should they wish to continue playing, so they simply left in huff.

She smiles brightly at you, taking a seat next to you.

You laugh. "Did I mention I love it when you give people a tongue lashing?"

She leaned her head on your shoulder. "I let my temper get the best of me. They'll probably be declaring war on my family by the end of the night."

"For you, my love, I'd fight a thousand wars." You rest your head against hers.

"Oh, hush." She says, hiding her face in the crook of her neck but you could feel her smile.

Iron Bull

He was enjoying the party. Well, mostly the food. He'd seen the Inquisitor make their rounds, greeting the nobles and important people. He'd decided to just let them handle it, since he was no good at playing the game. Killing stuff, yes. But learning how to dance around without saying what you meant? No, it wasn't his style. The inquisitor was great at it (or learning to anyway) and he admired that.

As he searched the crowd for them, he spotted them saying their farewells to the nobles. They're eyes met and he could feel a smile creeping on his face. He waved them over, eager to finally get a chance to be with them alone.

He'd never thought he'd be this attached to someone. "Romantic love" wasn't something the qunari really believe in. He'd thought the same for years, loving the chargers like family and having his occasionally fling here and there. Yet here he was, smiling like an idiot, and at the leader of the Inquisition, no less.

But you approached, you were cut off by noble who seemed have had too much wine. He leaned against a pillar, blocking off your path. You were a bit shocked but tried to be pleasant while trying to end the conversation quickly. The Orlesian noble seemed to take your politeness as an invitation, because they leaned in for a kiss, which you swiftly dodged.

Before he knew it, Iron Bull was at your side. The Orlesian noble could only blink up drunkenly as the qunari wrapped an arm around their neck, much like someone would a friend. "Hey there buddy, I think you've had enough to drink. I think it's time for you to rest." There was a smile on his face but it was more of a way of showing his teeth.

"Who... are you-"

"Sleepy time, buddy..." The noble fell limp in his arms.

If you blinked, you'd miss it but Iron Bull had somehow managed to pinch a nerve on the nobles neck and made him pass out (at least you hoped he'd passed out). He then dragged his body over to an empty couch and dropped him there.

"He's not dead, right?" You asked, walking to his side.

"No, just resting. " He laughs, though he considered it but there would be too many witnesses.

"Thank you." You smiled up at him, looping your arm with his and nuzzling your head into it.

"I should have his head on pike." He said, looking back in disgust at the body.

"It would be a waste. Your suit looks too good to get blood stains on it. Plus, we can always do that after you have a dance with me." You laugh, as you drag him to the balcony for a dance. You didn't like the crowded dance floor and after what just happened, you just wanted to be alone with him.

Ah. So this is love, he thought to himself as you swayed together on the balcony. He watched your head, pressed against his chest and tightened his arms around you.

What a nice feeling.

Black Wall

The inquisitor and him had finally found some time alone together and he was ever so slightly tipsy (well, maybe a little more than slightly). They had decided to take a walk through the gardens seeing as you both weren't really into big crowds. But as you turn the corner, you run into another couple taking a stroll.

The couple, also slightly tipsy, pauses for a moment before the man pointing an accusatory finger at Blackwall. "W-what do you t-think your... doing le...leering at my wife, huh...?!"

The man swayed on his feet, his words interrupted by his drunken hiccuping.

"I...c-could... s-say the same t-th...ing about you...! Put 'em up...!" Blackwall said, putting his own fists up.

You and the wife take a step back as both Blackwall and the man take drunken swings at each other, missing by a lot. This continued for next few minutes, only entirely stopping when they both happen headbutt each other and fall to the floor, swinging at nothing.

You and the nobleman's wife both run to your respective partners. Blackwall is lying on his back, breathing hard with a quickly forming bruise on his head.

"Did... did I win?" He asks, his vision blurry.

"Yes... yes, you did." You laugh, kneeling down and placing his head on your thighs. "You were like a brave knight. My brave knight."

He smiles up at you as you place a kiss on his forehead and run your hand through his hair. "My hero."

Solas

He was used to being on the sidelines, listening and observing. It was second nature at this point. He listened to the nobles idle gossip and the servants hushed whispers, sorting through the information.

Though, that was actually a lie. The most important bit of information he'd gotten was that salmon cakes had been made with slightly rotten trout. He mostly spent his time watching you.

You were the Herald of Andraste and the single most beautiful creature in the room. It was impossible for people not to be drawn to you. You were fascinating to him, from the way your eyes sparkled like stars when the light hits them just right to the way your hips swayed when you walked.

It wasn't surprising that you would have suitors and was almost near impossibility for it not to happen.

But this did not mean that it didn't bother him. He tried not to let it get to him, tried to ignore the feeling that made his fingers twitch whenever he saw them around you. His magic thrummed in his blood and he gritted his teeth against it.

He navigated through the crowd like a fish through water. The crowd of suitors part for him, almost like magic.

You smile at him, your eyes sparkling in the most enchanting way.

He places a kiss on your hand in greeting. "A moment of your time, my lady Inquisitor?"

You're taken aback by not only his bold display of affection but his use of your title. Solas was never one for public displays of affection, especially at parties. You say your quick farewells and follow him out to the balcony. When you look back, the crowd was already talking about something else, like your untimely exit had never even happened.

"Is something the matter, Solas?"

"Vhenan." He gently cups your face.

You lean into it, reaching out and mirroring the action. You come closer, your bodies inches apart and wait. You can see the wheels in his mind turning as he searched for the right words to convey what he wanted.

"I missed you." He pulls you against his chest as he wraps his arms around you.

You nuzzle into his chest, letting his warmth sink into you. He was rarely this outwardly affectionate so you enjoyed it while you could.

You decided to take it a step further.

You pull him in for a kiss. It was his one weakness. Whenever you kissed, it was like you were finally able to peel back the curtain that hid his most inner thoughts, feeling and desires.

"If you're ever lonely, don't be afraid to reach out for me. I will always be with you." You say, nuzzling into his neck once more. As you fall into comfortable silence, you ask "You used magic on them, didn't you?"

There was a pause. "A simply preposterous notion. You're imaginening things." But you heard the smile in his voice.

"Oh, I must be seeing things." You laugh, squeezing him.

#sera dragon age #solas dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dragon age #commander cullen #cassandra pentaghast #dragon age cullen #josephine montilyet #warden blackwall #blackwall dragon age #dorian pavus #iron bull #cullen rutherford #dai #dai inquisitor

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"Your new bride"

This is only a day before "My king" story wise. Ceto is used as bargaining chip for Zeus and is engaged to a king. She is naturally angry about this decision but can't really do anything about it since this was part of a deal she had made with Zeus.

#ceto #loresona #lore olympus fanart #poseidon #lo poseidon #lore olympus #lore olympus edits #lore olympus poseidon fanart #lore olympus poseidon

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A small but very possible Solavellan headcannon I have

In DA4 the Inquisitor will be used as bait to lure Solas out of hiding and though he knows what they're trying to do, he'll still go to her. He wants to see her and at the very least, save her so that they may be together in the new world he plans to create.

#solas dragon age #solavellan #solavellen hell #dai inquisitor #da inquisition #dragon age headcanon #dragon age #dragon age dreadwolf #dragon age 4

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Part 1 of My “Husband” Varric

This was supposed to be the entire thing but I kinda got sidetracked writing the party member's banter. But not to worry, this will only be two parts and part two will be posted and linked shortly.

Summary: Somehow, the information that the inquisitor is, in fact, very single gets leaked and proposals and suitors start pouring in to try and win the heart of the Herald of Andraste. The information was leaked by none other than Varric, albeit accidentally, so as punishment and a way to try and fix the problem, you say that Varric is your husband. But as your charade continues, feelings develope...?

Fem!Inqisitor x Varric

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"Ok, who was it? I'm not mad, I just wanna know." You ask your inner circle, trying to keep your tone as gentle and calm as possible as you all stand gathered around in Josephine’s office.

"What? You think one of us did it?" Blackwall laughs, in almost disbelief.

"Not intentionally, no. But we believe that one of you may have off-handedly mentioned it and it may have taken on a life of it's own." Josephine answers. She was the first to feel the effects of the rumor, as hundreds upon hundreds of proposals for the inquisitor were mailed in.

Sera raised her hand. "S'cuse me, Lady Shiny Pants, but why aren't Creepy and Mister-more-elvhen-than-thou here? Shouldn't they be interrogated along with us?"

"Cole and Solas have been ruled out." You answer.

"If they have been ruled out, then why am I here?" Cassandra scowls.

"Yeah, boss. I mean even if somebody did manage to let it slip, harm could people knowing you're avaible do?" Iron Bull chimed in.

"What harm?" Josephine said, incredulously. "Well, to start with, there's them." She walks over to the office door and pulls it open to reveal the hall full suitors dressed to the nines, and holding everything from bouquets to chests full of jewels and finely made dresses crowding around the door yelling 'Inquisitor!' as soon as they spotted her.

“Ah. Right.” The qunari gave her a sheepish grin.

She gave Bull a tight smile as she quickly shut the door.

“They’re the reason the entire castle’s been sent into chaos. Did you know one of those pompous little shits came into my office asking me ‘Where’s the inquisitor?’ and then called me ‘incompetent oaf’ when I told him that I didn’t know. Wanted to throttle the bastard by skinny little neck.” Cullen said, his hand curling with the memory of the incident.

"As soon as the information was let out, some of our alliances have requested for the inquisitor's hand in marriage or they'll pull their support. The inquisition has made a name for itself and has become quite the power house. The Inquisitor is our leader and as such, she too, holds a lot of power. It wouldn't take the brightest person to realize that securing a marriage with her would be a great move." The ambassador said as she returned to the inquisitor’s side.

"But that isn't the worst of it." You grab a wooden crate half your size full of letters from behind Josephine's desk and drop it in front of them. "These were all sent by my mother. Any eligible person on the continent you can think of is probably here." You gestured towards the box. “And these are from yesterday alone.”

“Well, shit.” Varric says as he scans the content of the letters.

“And I thought my family wanted me to get married.” Dorian laughs, as he grabs a handful of letters and starts skimming over them.

“It can’t be that bad. Everyone in Thedas is vying for your hand.” Vivievienne states, reviewing the possible candidates Dorian handed her. “I say enjoy it, and use it to your full advantage.”

“This one looks quite promising. Look, says here that he’s about your age, a merchant, likes sunsets and going to cafe’s. ” Iron Bull says, flipping around a letter to show the brief summary of the man and as well as the tiny picture of him that came in it.

“Pish posh.” Dorian waves him off. “This one says he’s a Duke from Nevarra with a very sizeable fortune and as well as beautiful summer mansion. Also says he likes to cook and has a sizable library. The only problem being is that he looks like he was alive to witness when Andraste became the maker’s bride.”

“I like this one. He’s got a cool scar and hair that looks like he just got struck by lighting.” Sera laughs, showing you the picture.

“It also says he spent three years in prison for smuggling illegal goods.” You respond.

“Eh, minor details.” She shrugs.

“This is pointless.” Cassandra huffs, crossing her arms. “We need to do is-”

“Look! This one says he’s a Pentaghast!” Blackwall shouts pulling another letter from the box.

Cassandra was at his side in the blink of an eye. “Who is it?!”

“Would everybody please-”

Your interrupted by Lelliana as she strides into the room, a triumphant smile on her face. “I’ve found the leak!”

“Who?” You all ask simultaneously.

“Varric.”

“What? Me?” The dwarf asks, outraged.

“Why am I not surprised?” Cassandra glares at him. “First you keep Hawke from us and now you sabotage the Inquisition with your loose tongue.”

“He didn’t do it intentionally, Cassandra. At least, I believe he didn’t.” The spymaster pulls out a letter from her pocket. “We believe you may have said it in a letter to your cousin, Vidar. At least, that's who we think it is. Your penmanship is quite hard to make out in this one."

He takes the letter from her hands as realization dawns on him. "Oh, yeah! I remember this. I wrote it when I was dru…" He trails off, before giving the inquisitor a sheepish smile.

"How did the subject of the inquisitor's relationship status end up in your letter?" Dorian asks, raising his perfectly trimmed brows.

"Well, I was near blakout drunk and my cousin wouldn’t shut up about just how amazing his new business was going and I was going through bit of a bout of homesickness so I couldn’t help but brag a bit too. I only said, ‘You’d think that with how powerful and beautiful she is, the Herald of Andraste would have someone but I guess saving the world does keep a person busy’.”

“I don’t know if I want to thank you for the compliment or knock upside the head for being the cause of all of this.”

“I didn’t think the little shit would go around spreading it about.” He threw his arms up.

“It’s okay, my lady. We can fix this.” Leliana reasures you. “My spies can track down the source of the rumour and take care of it.”

“So…?” Dorian makes a slicing motion across his neck.

“No! There are easier ways to deal with this.” Josephine looked aghast at Dorian.

“Well, I’m open to any other suggestions.” The spymaster looked expectantly at the ambassador.

“I could get engaged.” You say, as everyone turns in to you in a stunned silence. “Now, now… Don’t look at me that way. It’ll be fake. I’ll get engaged with someone which will make it impossible for them to try and use me as power grab or leverage for an alliance. Leliana and Josephine can use the spies to spread the news of the engagement, we parade together as couple for a few months and when this whole Corypheus thing is finally over, we “mysteriously” break it off for reasons unknown. It’s perfect.”

“That… might actually work. The question lies in who will be the your bethrothed.”

“Oh, of that I’m sure you will find no shortage.” Leliana laughed looking at the party, making some of them bashfully turn away.

“I think this should be fixed by the same person who started it, don’t you, Varric?” You say staring at Varric.

"You know, Varric would be the perfect candidate. He's practically the prince of the merchant's guild, well-connected and was an ally of the Champion of Kirkwall. A union between the two of you wouldn't pose further questions."

"Why, Ambassador, I'm flattered…" He smiles, a hand on his chest.

"Alright then, it's settled. Come on, hubby." You stretch your arm out to the dwarf. " Let's go tell my horde of suitors that I am, unfortunately, taken."

"Lead the way." He says, taking your arm.

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They really be like:

Them: *Confesses deep trauma*

You: Omg, you okay? You need anything?

Them: 🥺

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I said what I said.

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IF I DON'T GET TO ROMANCE VARRIC IN DA4 IM GOING TO LOSE MY SHIT.

GIVE ME VARRIC OR GIVE ME DEATH.

#varric tethras #dragon age inquisition #dragon age 2 #varric dai #da inquisition #racism against dwarfs #the egg broke my heart and now i need emotional support

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Imagine Varric seeing everyone fall in love with the Inquisitor

I couldn't stop thinking about this as soon as it popped into my head, so here it is.

Like imagine him seeing the longing looks.

The coy smiles you flashed each other.

Seeing them watch you when you turn your back, or try to protect you the most when your on missions.

And imagine him "subtly" trying to give hints to them that their feelings are in fact reciprocated.

"The inquisitor seems quite fond of you, Seeker."

"It's that great sense of humor that the Inquisitor loves, Solas."

"We would all be lost without you, Josie. Especially the inquisitor. "

"I've never seen the Inquisitor laugh more than when she's with you, Sera."

"Ugh, the inquisitor just won't shut up about how amazing and wonderful Dorian is."

"Hey, Bull, you ever wonder the inquisitor always seems to be looking to slay dragons even though they said they hated doing it. Wonder why..."

"You're a real good commander, Curly. I can see why the inquisitor always seems to be gushing about you."

"You know I suggest you give one of these carvings to the inquisitor. They're always going on and on about your hardwood and sturdy hands..."

Your embarrassment nearly killed you when you found out, but you got over it quickly seeing as apparently his comments were actually quite effective and most of the companions had mustered up the courage to speak to you about their feelings.

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"Poseidon's Pearl"

Poseidon kept Ceto mostly hidden from Olympus. He didn't want her to be the subject of gossip or for her to meet Zeus and have her end being one of his many conquests. But eternal beings tend to bore easily, so when rumors started spreading of the king of the seas being seen with a woman whom he seemed be extremely fond of, news spread like wildfire. They dubbed her "The pearl of Poseidon."

Aphrodite and Eros were particularly interested in the matter as well, wanting to know who exactly could catch the eye of the king of the seas and keep it. But mostly because they wanted to meddle.

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Ok, but consider... The party getting back to a campsite after the events of having gone through the fade and the inquisitor trying to help

Please excuse my self indulgence, but I needed something soft for the day.

They were bone tired but still shaken up from the events and not wanting to go to sleep because they know they'll have nightmares or are too anxious to sleep.

The inquisitor mirroring their same sentiment but not wanting their companions to suffer (and them being too stubborn to drink a potion or let you use a spell), you request that the soldiers build the biggest tent they can and shove all your sleeping bags into it.

"It'll be just like a sleepover." You say and as you walk in, and lie down on your bed.

You knew they needed a space to feel protected in, and what better way than cram into a tent with your friends?

"This is highly impractical. " Cassandra says, as she looks at the strewn blankets.

"You're welcome to sleep outside, Seeker." Varric says as lies down and you pass him a pillow.

Cassandra looked back outside, before wordlessly grabbing a blanket and pillow from you and wrapping herself in it. "Not a word."

"Don't you think it's a little cramped in here, boss?" Iron Bull said as we watched his feet stick out from beneath his blanket. Indeed, even though the soldiers did their best, the tent was still a little too small but that just made it cozier didn't it?

"Cramped? It's like a hovel." Vivienne sneered.

"Reminds me of my days as a soldier. We used to sleep like this back in the barracks, almost shoulder to shoulder with each other." Blackwall laughed, fluffing his pillow.

"Really? Bodies this close together brings up completely different imagery for me." Dorian joked as tucked his feet beneath the blanket.

"Schooch over." Sera said as she wiggled herself in between Dorian and Iron Bull.

"Well, I have to admit, Inquisitor, this is a first." Solas says, already tucked in.

"You're not all seriously going through with this, are you?" Vivienne was still waiting at the entrance of the tent.

"Fear. The dark. Demons. Terror that won't let go. She doesn't wish to be alone." Said Cole, who had somehow managed to quietly enter and lie down without detection.

"Quiet you." She hissed, a light flush coming over her.

"I won't force you, Vivienne. But should you need it, there's always a spot free for you." You say, turning over and closing your eyes.

"Ugh." You hear the tent flap close and then a light thump as Vivienne tries to get comfortable in her sleeping bag.

"Goodnight everyone." You say.

"Goodnight, Inquisitor." They all say, in almost perfect sync.

By the morning, it appeared everyone had done away with staying in their own beds. Arms and legs were strewn across each other, all semblance of order gone.

For the night, no one had any nightmares.

BONUS:

You hold hands with whoever your romancing in the group.

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