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#Leliana x Reader
lumi077 · 6 months
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jealous jealous girls and boys~
You’re gorgeous, everyone knows this. Your partner, bless their heart, are very crudely aware of just how jaw dropping you are when their insecurities mingle with their protectiveness when they see, or hear, you get hit on. It wasn’t something you were unused to, and they know you love and want only them, but can they really help it if they…overreact?
Warnings; Unwanted advances, , possessive themes, hotd/got canon incest, infidelity (Loba), potential ooc.
Characters (multifandom): Walden Darling (WH), Astarion (BG3), Daemon and Rhaenyra targaryen (HOTD), Scaramouche/Wanderer (Genshin), Leliana (DA; I), Loba (Apex)
A/N: Take this as a peace offering till I can get the next chapter of Winters’ Servants out T^T I’ve been busy, I got a new job and my dog died bc of my other dog and my mom is crazy :( Also, Baldur’s Gate 3 y’all I’m getting it and I’m so excited! I mayhaps rushed Loba’s part so sorry not sorry 😛
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Rainbow Factory Wally (Walden) | (Welcome Home AU)
It was a normal day in the factory for all intents and purposes, making your daily rounds and supplying your husband with your infamous coffee whenever you needed to. And that’s why you found yourself in the breakroom, making a fresh pot of coffee for your caffeine addict of a spouse. 
Your name was spoken softly from behind and you blinked, moving your head to peek over your shoulder to see the owner of the voice smile sweetly at you. Jeremy was an infamous flirt in the office, but you were spared due to the fact your husband very much owned this factory. “You look gorgeous today, you know.” He hummed, eyes raking over your body.
You raised an eyebrow. You were wearing a black turtleneck, a lab coat with your name, and leggings. You looked exactly like you always do, and it’s not like any curves you possessed could be seen over the baggy lab coat. Deciding to just play it off, you laughed. “I look how I always do.” You point out good naturedly, shooting him a rather amused look as you turned your body to look at him. 
“Exactly.” He almost purred out the words, slinking closer to you with a sly smile. You have to admit the new found proximity did nothing but amuse you more. Jeremy was 5’5, rather bland, and wasn’t even the brightest. You found it absolutely amusing to think that he believes he can compete with your husband in anything.
“I see. Then thank you for the compliment.” You mused, turning back to pour the coffee into the “world’s most decent boss” mug you got him as a gag gift last christmas. Mixing in just the right amount of sweeteners, you turned. “Now, is there something I can do for you Jeremy?” you asked as you began to walk out, hearing his awkward footsteps signaling that he was following you.
“I know about you and the boss…” He trailed off, and you hoped for his sake that he wouldn’t say what you knew the next few words were. “But me and you could still happen.” Seemed he was dumber than you thought. 
You were now outside Wally’s office, an amused smile painting your lips. “Oh, is that so?”
Jeremy must have been oblivious as to where you were, because he gently put his hand on your shoulder and proclaimed rather boldly “I’ve been in love with you, for a very long time now. Dare I say, longer than that man you call your husband.” 
You sputtered then. He basically yelled that! Right outside Wally’s office. “I-”
A loud bang resonated as the door to the office swung open, effectively interrupting you, the hinges almost breaking at the sheer force he used to open the door. “What. Did. You. Just. Say.” Wide angry eyes met scared downcasted ones.
Jeremy looked like he regrets his decision very much right now, and you very dully felt a small tinge of sympathy but it was gone faster than it came.
“Nothing! I was just say-” Jeremey sputtered, trying to find a defense only to be interrupted crudely.
“Get your goddamn hand off my wife, and I’ll consider this as your letter of resignation.” He growled, grabbing his forearm and forcefully yanking the arm you weren’t even aware was still touching you off.
Jeremy, upon getting his arm released from a death grip that was sure to leave him bruised, ran away.
You couldn’t help but let laughter bubble out from your throat before clearing it. “Oh, that was something.”
Wally turned to you and growled again, grasping your jaw softly but roughly at the same time, angled your head up, and kissed you. The kiss left you breathless, your hand squeezing the coffee mug in surprise as he pulled away.
“You’re mine, dollface. And only mine.”
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Astarion (BG3)
The tavern was bustling with life, music, and song as they normally do, and happiness threatened to suffocate you and your party as soon as you all stepped foot into the establishment. Mead, wine, and an assortment of other alcoholic beverages were held tightly in almost every person’s hand. You shrugged when your party gave you a questioning look, looking back over the tavern with a keen eye.
“Have fun?” Was all you supplied before walking to the barkeep for the first time of what would be many. 
Karlach wasted no time in going to mingle with the other patrons, eager to relieve the stress of battle by telling tales of them to strangers who watched with eager eyes and ears.
Gale was never one for all this merriment, so he politely claimed a table in one of the few secluded corners as he normally does. That table would soon be taken up by Astarion as well, who was content to just watch you mingle with the people of the tavern.
Time flew by rather quickly, the drinks making it hard for you to truly grasp just how much had gone away from you. Astarion was readying himself to get up and cross the tavern to get to you, tell you that you and your party had spent a sufficient amount of time here, and that it was time to head back to camp for some rest.
But he was quickly blocked from you by two drows. Tall, dark, imposing, yet handsome in their own right. Nothing that compared to Astarion, not even your alcohol muddled mind thought so.
“Hello gorgeous.” The woman spoke, tone smooth with lust and desire. This weirded you out, as you did nothing to suggest you were wanting *that* kind of relief. You really just sat at the bar, talking with the barkeep and the man next to you.
“What’s a delicate flower like you doing with no company at a place like this?” She asked, hand moving to rest on top of your own that was laying on the solid surface of the bar.
You wrinkled your nose at the unwanted touch, but the female drow seemed to not notice or simply not care. You’re unsure which one was the truth, it could even be both for all you know at this point. Alcohol made it hard to discern anything really, and you found yourself craving the presence of your beloved. 
The male spoke this time, his tone gruff despite him trying to sound sensual. “Perhaps we could keep you company for the night?”
Astarion’s blood boiled as he heard what those two heathens were saying to you. It took him months of carefully crafted flirts for you to even get comfortable with HIM flirting with you. And he was someone you had trusted enough to be a traveling companion and to watch your back. He knows that surely, when he sees your face it will be riddled with tell tale signs of uncomfort. 
You cleared your throat, hoping to rid it of the bile that crept up it the more and more they talked and crudely flirted with you. “Ah, no.” You mumbled, eyes searching for your sanguine lover. “I’m taken.” you managed to slur.
The female drow cooed “That doesn’t have to mean anything, not for tonight at least.” 
Astarion finally emerged right next to you, red eyes boring into the female drows. “Excuse me.” His voice, normally smooth and flirtatious, was anything but now. “I see you met my partner, exquisite aren’t they?” his tone softened as his hand went up to caress your cheek, cherishing the way you leaned into the touch immediately.
The female and male drow looked to each other before looking back at Astarion and smiling. “Why yes, yes they are.” 
Astarion hummed, rubbing his thumb on your cheek absent of mind, before remembering these people dared to flirt with what was his. “How unfortunate for you that this masterpiece is all mine, yes?” He sounded calm and almost teasing, but his eyes showed just how much he wanted to murder them.
Deciding that words weren’t enough he delicately moved your head up so he could plant the sweetest kiss on your lips, which you eagerly returned with drunken enthusiasm that made his heart swell with love. 
“See how eager they are for me?” He cooed, rubbing your cheek after pulling away. “That’s something you couldn’t even dream of receiving.” Picking you up bridal style for fear you drunk yourself into a stupor, he turned and left.
“That’s enough tavern for tonight my sweet.” He hummed softly as you laid your head on his shoulder
“Astar-” You mumbled sleepily, nuzzling your face into his neck “I love you- so so much.”
He chuckled, placing the softest kiss to your cheek “I know my darling, I love you too.”
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Daemon and Rhaenyra Targaryen (HOTD)
Your family, the true Targaryens, were visiting the red keep for the first time in so many years. The difference of it all from the red keep you grew up in startled you to your core. It makes your mind ill to think this was only allowed to happen because of a usurper of your family’s rightful throne. 
Really the entire castle makes you ill, absolutely sick to your stomach truthfully. So you were trying to find comfort in the place where you resided most of your innocent years. The garden. But even that was different now, the flowers you used to pride yourself on had all wilted and been changed. The color green makes you sick now.
While you were preoccupied in your musings of sadness and trepidation, a man had slinked his way beside you and broke the silence you relished in. “Good morrow, sister.”
You blinked and looked to your right, being met with Aemond. He was only your half brother, sharing your father’s genetics while looking all Hightower. His last name should have been hightower, yet you cannot claim to hate or even dislike him. Just a faint feeling of mistrust that had been planted since the night his mother had left a scar on your arm. “Aemond.” You greeted slowly, almost defensively. “Good morrow.”
His one eye scanned the garden ahead before going back to focus on you, a delicate and almost faux looking smile on his face. Or perhaps it was just too real. “How are you? It has been many moons since I last saw your beautiful face.”
You blushed despite yourself, compliments always left your cheeks the faintest of reds, even if you mistrusted the person who spoke them. “Kirimvose” You muttered, changing to High Valyrian. You don’t know why, it just felt too right in this situation. And instinctual gut feeling that you have long since learned you should heed.
“You are welcome.” He hummed, eye suddenly showing keen interest “Do you normally use High Valyrian interchangeably like that? What a smart lady you are, Mandia” 
It was your turn to be surprised, he knows of the language of your family? Even being half bred like he is? “Yes, mostly for my children to pick it up better.” You stressed the word children to him, as if he could forget. One of your sons did give him that painful affliction afterall.
“Ah yes, my nephews.” He mused, not looking at you anymore but through you. “How are they doing these days?”
You smiled, your first genuine one not born of needing to be respectful to a lord or lady. Aemond thought it looked beautiful on you, like the finest dress. “Wonderful. My boys Luke and Jace are bonding excellently with their dragons.” You hummed, motherly love oozing from your tone. “And little Joffery is quite taken with the babies.” you put a hand on your stomach “Especially our baby Visenya. I think he likes having a baby sister to protect.” 
He was surprised “You were with child?”
You nodded “Maybe she’ll grow up to steal Vhagar from you.” You chuckled, hand over your mouth.
Aemond laughed as well “I’m sure she’ll be a brilliant rider, just like her Muña”
“You flatter me.” Your blush grew a tad bit redder. Aemond felt a pang of affection that he was able to make that happen. You were too good for his sister and uncle, deserving of someone more well read with a dragon to match the size of your own. 
The sound of a throat being cleared interrupted his musings of what he could have had with you, had his father stepped up and demanded you wed him. “Is this a small reunion?” Daemon joked, leaning on a wall. His eyes looked anything but full of mirth, annoyance and possessiveness shined brightly in his eyes like dragon fire.
“Uncle.” Aemond scoffed out the word like it meant little to him. And it probably did, you know he was never close with Daemon. Jealousy slithered in his veins like blood did, burning him.
“What are you and my wife talking about, hm?” He asked casually, walking leisurely to you before wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing a soft kiss to your temple, looking down with fondness Aemond could never imagine being gazed at with. “Hello my love.”
“Hello Daemon.” You giggle gleefully, resting your head against his own while your arms go to rest on top of his. Aemond’s veins burned worse.
“Simply catching up, it’s been quite a while since she has been to the red keep.” He spoke, jealousy dripping from his words like venom, eye glaring at his uncle’s arms that was wrapped where he longed his to be. Daemon tightened his grip slightly. “I was just about to offer a tour of the grounds, much has changed.” he smiled twistedly at Daemon, using that as a taunt.
Daemon narrowed his eyes, and somewhere you could hear the roar of Caraxes and Vhagar. You hope that they aren’t fighting because their riders have bad blood. “That won’t be needed. She grew up here just as you did Aemond.”
You soon grew uneasy, eyes shifting to the side, “I have.” You assented.
Daemon smirked unbeknownst to you, smug because it was him who you would always back. Always Daemon, never Aemond.”Of course my lady, apologies.”
You smiled uneasily “No need for apologies Aemond. It was a kind offer.” That soothed the burn within his veins slightly. You thought he was kind.
You felt yourself almost suffocating before your lovely wife walked into the garden with Alicent “Ah, my beloveds.” Nrya smiled kindly at you two, eyes shining with love before she nodded to Aemond respectfully. 
“It is almost time for the feast, you two would be wise to get ready.” She looked at you knowingly and winked.
Daemon let out a hearty groan “yes yes my wife, very well.” he let his arms fall from you and stepped back, offering you his hand.
“Shall I help you get ready, my darling?” He asked teasingly, eyes glinting with lust as you laughed and took his hand. Rhaenyra already has an excuse for both of your tardiness, rest assured. Cannibal will have to take blame for your lack of proper walking.
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Wanderer (genshin)
Wanderer was stuck wandering, as one does, around the bustling streets on Liyue. It was the lantern rite, something you had continuously told him you had wanted to go to many times and he decided there was no harm in it. How crudely wrong he was, as soon as he entered the city of contracts with you, the crowd had swept you away from him. 
So here he was trying to find you like a puppy separated from their owner, and it continuously made him more and more irritated as more time passed that you were not in his eyesight. His hands, that were balled into fists, relaxed immediately upon hearing the soft sound that was your laughter. It was quiet, barely heard above the chattering of these imbeciles that surrounded him, but he was able to follow the sweet sound where he found you with some man.
The man was short, close to Wanderer’s own height, with white hair with a red streak. He looked to hail from Inazuma. Anger boiled deep within his veins, eyes glaring at the man who dared to talk to you.
“Your eyes shine like the lanterns in the sky, your skin as smooth and unbroken as the purest piece of porcelain.” he mused, smiling softly at your red face. Wanderer has never said anything close to that to you, always just quick grumblings about how you looked decent. And it didn’t bother you much anymore, you grew to love him after all. But having this kind of attention on you was thrilling simply because it was new! Kazuha’s eyes bore into yours with a soft intensity that oddly fit in this moment. But he was simply supposed to help you find your beloved, not make poetry about you. No matter how lovely it made you feel.
Wanderer barged over, not sparing the man a glance as he grasped your wrist in his hand and dragged you away. He could barely hear you say your goodbyes to the traveler from Inazuma over just how angry he felt. Were you going to leave him? Go to someone who he just witnessed really could treat you better? No, he won’t allow it. You're his, you’ve been his for centuries now, and if you could remember and love him despite all he has done in his past then you must be his soulmate.
He hissed out your name, stopping in a darkened alley before pushing you against the wall, trapping your head between his arms as he leered at you. “What do you think you were doing, you idiot.” this wasn’t the way he wanted to do this, not at all. He wanted to have a softer approach but for some reason he just can’t. He loves you, he promises he does. He just can’t show it.
“Scara…” you cooed, hands going up to cup his face “I was looking for you.” You assured gently, thumb massaging his cheek as he ever so slightly leaned into your hold. “Kazuha offered to help me find you since I’m so unfamiliar with Liyue Harbor.” You could always see through his brass actions, being able to see the softer side through all the boundaries he put around himself to hide in.
“Is that so?” His words lacked his mocking bite that it would have for anyone else “Then why was he flirting with you?” He asked, pressing a chaste kiss on your thumb.
You giggled, a sound that made him relax more. “Maybe he just thinks I’s pretty. But you're the only one for me.”
He smiled then, liking the concept that you knew you were only “Yes, yes I am.” He hummed, cupping the hand you had on his face with his own. 
“You’re mine, not even the gods could take you away from me.” He sighed happily as he felt your lips start pecking around his face, closing his eyes in bliss. “They could try, but I would move the very heavens to keep you by my side. Always.”
“And forever.” You finished as Scara finally connected his lips with yours, savoring the rare softness in which he kissed you with.
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Leliana (DA; I)
The sky was clear, not a cloud dotted the open sky of Skyhold and the sun beamed down in soft warm rays. You were sitting on the railing of the balcony that belonged to the upper tower that housed your partner Leliana, as well as her ravens and spies. It was a cool day, which wasn’t abnormal seeing as this stronghold was built into the mountains. Construction was going very well, the ramparts were now open to patrol and the rooms were looking better and better.
The inquisitor was running around down on the lower level, and you watched from your vantage point with amusement. You were unsure why they were in such a hurried state, seeing as there wasn’t really anyone rushing them in the least. But you’ll leave them alone about it for now. 
Looking up as you heard the door clank open, a scout you had never seen before stepped out and joined you on the terrace. Turning your body to face him, you tilted your head in confusion. Normally Leli’s spies were too busy to do all that much around Skyhold. Perhaps he was just recouping after a tough mission.
“Hello madame, nice evening ain’t it?” He had a strong Fereldan accent, so he was from there and arguably is mostly stationed there because the accent hasn’t faded even a bit.
“Yes, it is.” You spoke skeptically, normally one scout isn’t stationed at one nation for too long, lest they be found out and compromise the entire spy network your lover has spent years perfecting.
“The nightingale wishes me to look after you.” He saluted, before going back to ease and leaning on the wall.
You raised a brow, why would you need to watch over here of all places? Leli was right through that door, and there isn’t many places of entry here that aren’t very loud.
“I see.” You doubt grew, but you would give him the benefit of the doubt. Your Leli was very paranoid, and with good reason you suppose. It must be hard to have all those enemies, those known and unknown that are hiding in the shadows with a dagger or poison. 
“You're beautiful, you know.” He broke the silence again, your lack of an answer must not have been deterring at all for the spy. “A true masterpiece.” he mused.
“Thank you.” You were starting to get bored now, eyes lidding due to boredom. Any second now.
With tactful grace the door opened silently, you could hear the faintest of footsteps take 3 steps before pausing. Another minute of the spy not noticing her, she coughed. It was fake and sounded way too smooth and dull for it to be real.
That made the man jump, his attention snapping to your lover. “Lady Nightingale!”
“Charts.” Her smooth voice riddled with Orlesian accent was sour sounding now. Like she ruined her new pair of shoes in the blood of darkspawn. “At ease, were you?”
His eyes looked everywhere but her as his body froze up under her intense scrutiny “Forgive me, lady nightingale.”
“I’ll see what to do with you.” She stated dismissively, waving him away with her hand “Now run along, I’m sure Charter will find some use for you in the meantime.”
He did not need to be told twice, quickly exiting the balcony with a loud slam to the door. “Lousy company, my dearest?” she teased gently with a small, walking next to you and letting you lean on her.
“Somewhat.” You agreed, resting your head on her shoulder and you looked to the mountains. “Seemed tired. Have him running?”
“He’s new.” She shrugged gently as to not disturb you. “Fresh out of redcliff.” 
“I could tell he was Fereldan, his accent is very noticeable.” You hummed, hand coming out to trace random little patterns on her arm. “Strong.”
“It is.” She agreed. “We will have to rid him of it before we send him out in the field.”
You raised a brow “He’s that new?”
“Yes. he is training under Charter at the moment, and hopefully she will be able to help.” Leli slowly removed herself from you.
“I have to go my beloved. Work is neverending when you’re trying to save the world.” She hummed and kissed his cheek delicately.
You sighed but nodded “I know my love. I’ll see you tonight?”
She smiled sadly “I’ll see you tonight.”
You sighed again as she walked away.
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Loba
It was duos day! A glorious chance to win with whoever you shall get teamed with to achieve glory and fame. On a bigger note then being a legend already grants you.
You were paired with one of the newer Legends. New Castle you think his name was, but you can’t be bothered to remember.  He seemed to be quite sweet on you, much to Loba’s irritation. You were hers goddamnit! Why couldn’t he see that.
So here you were, on the dropship talking to your duo as wells as your other friends like Lifeline, Octane, and Bangalore.
“Are you excited, amigo? I mean you are with the newbie, so me and Lifeline will take it easy on you if we find you.” Octane laughed, patting you on the shoulder affectionately. 
“I’ll be the one taking it easy on you, tane!” You protested with a giggle.
New Castle clasped his hand onto your other shoulder and laughed deepily. “I promise I won’t be any dead weight to a beauty like them.” 
High heels clacked against the iron flooring of the ship, you were approaching your destination and would soon have to prep to get ready to drop and land for the games to begin. You assumed it was Loba, so you two could have your usual good luck kiss but was surprised when it was Wattson. Loba’s partner.
“Hey.” She smiled and waved “Loba wanted to say she’s too busy to see you before the drop, so she’ll be looking extra hard for you on the ground.” She spoke cheerily.
You blinked. This was the first time she’s done something like this. Was she really so jealous that she’s taking it out on you now? Does she think that you’re too receptive about it? Was that the problem.
Wattson frowned “Are you alright?”
You shook your head and offered your best reassuring smile that you possible could. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little disappointed ya know? But you get heading back Wattson, I don’t want you to miss drop.”
She looked at you, calculating and unsure before her frown only deepened. But she nodded “Yeah ok. See you around, yeah?” and with that she left as quick and out of nowhere as she came. 
Finally it was time to drop, the arena was Olympus. Easy enough, it was your personal favorite because your abilities served you every well here. You don’t how New castle was going to fare though, so you kept an eye on him. Even if he is part of your relationship problems, he was still your duo and you still wanted to win.
“I’m the jump master.” You called out, laughter bubbling in your throat “Hope you brought an extra pair of pants newbie.”
“Wh-” he was cut off as you unexpectedly jumped, a yell bubbling out from his throat and into the air that you two were descending in.
You chose a little area that you knew has enough supply bins to give you both some weapons and a few syringes. Maybe a better evo shield too, hopefully.
“So.” he started “How do you prefer to fight?” he asked as he picked up a Hemlock Burst AR.
“I’m a sniper.” You spoke quietly and hushed, hoping he’d take the hint and do the same. Enemies can be anywhere, and with Wraith’s abilities you wouldn’t even see her coming till she was here guns blazing. She was smart, and has good hearing.
He hummed “So I’ll need to man the front. Can do.”
You rolled your eyes, picking up a wingman and some sniper ammo. “You better. Though you probably won’t see enough action. I’m a damn good shot.”
“Better be.” he laughed quietly, loading his burst.
“There’s a care package near us.” You reported, looking to where it was going to land. “Let’s head over.”
And so you did, you getting your favorite gun ever the Kraber, and New Castle getting a\\ prowler. With these new found weapons and some new Evoshields after some kills, you two quickly climbed the latter till it was the last 3. Only six other legends at most. 
You were kill leader with a stunning 12 kills, and perched high up as you looked through the enhanced scope on your Kraber. You killed Octane and Lifeline before they even knew what happened, same with bloodhound and Fuse. You killed Ash but Revenant got away, and Bangalore and Valkyrie left as soon as they heard a shot from your Kraber, knowing that with your aim it would be a death sentence. 
Caustic and Mirage were easy to pick off when they got distracted arguing with one another, and you killed Wattson as well. 
So it was probably Loba and Revenant still out there. New Castle was antsy before you heard it. Revenant’s totem and gun shots. He must have found Loba in one of the buildings, and given their history it’s unsurprising he would waste his ult on her. 
Clicking a button, a visor was put over your eyes and you could clearly see that Loba was the victor. 1 squad left, it was just her. You felt bad about this, of course. But as soon as she poked her head out, you were the victors.
The follow up party was the usual, and you were looking for Loba and of course you found her. You were the best sniper ever seen, your senses honed completely. So when you heard her and turned the corner to apologize, you saw the last thing you had ever wanted to see.
Loba and Valkyrie were kissing.
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mamaxd · 6 months
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Can I have Leliana x Fem reader with the prompt "You saved my life"? I need emotional fluff 🥺
Absolutely darling! I actually started getting a bit back into Dragon age, which probably helps bc it revived my love for the ladies. "You... saved my life?"
Your body shuddered, not from the cold, nor the pain, but from the soft yet calloused hands that pressed onto the wound on your abdomen. Your eyes opened to see the same woman you found yourself falling for. Leliana. She was kneeled over you, barking orders as though she were the Inquisitor, not you. She was yelling about healers, medical items, or something else. Amidst the pained haze blanketing your mind, all you could focus on was just how pretty she looked, all stern. Yet when she looked down at you, one of her now blood covered hands holding your cheek. You couldn't register what she was saying anymore, but she was now panicking. You were going in and out of consciousness, and you thought this was the end. You brought one of your hands up, and placed it on her cheek. A soft, pained smile graced your face, and your hand fell as you passed out. After an unknown amount of time, your eyes opened to see... your quarters? Your abdomen was wrapped in bandages soaked in healing potions, and you swore as you tried to get up. A hand pressed on your shoulder got you to lay back down. "Inquisitor, I don't think it's a good idea to be sitting up right now, especially in your current condition." It was Leliana. Oh Maker, you could listen to her voice for hours. Not that you'd ever say it. But you were certain she already knew. She was the Spymaster of the Inquisition for a reason, and it wasn't her looks. You looked around, noting nobody else was there, then looked back at her. "Leliana, you know my name, and there's nobody else here." You reminded her with a hoarse voice. She helped you drink some water, then made sure you were comfortable. "I know, -reader-, I know. You can't blame me for my worry now, can you?" You chuckled weakly to her words. She was right. "True, true. Never know who's around nowadays." You responded. "Are you... feeling okay? Nothing too painful?" She asked, worry seeping into her voice. You lightly shook your head. "I'm fine, Leliana. What about you? You look like you haven't slept in a month." You asked. She chuckled nervously. "Well... I may have been staying up most of the time you'd been asleep." She admitted. "Leli.." You said. "Don't. You don't realize just how worried I was, do you?" She asked, looking down at you. If this were any other situation, you would've thought it was hot. "Do you realize just how scared I was, finding you on the ground outside, bleeding from being stabbed? Do you know how hard I fought to find the man responsible for attacking you, for nearly killing you?" She wanted to continue, but you raised your hand, stopping her. You hadn't realized just how much she had actually cared. "Leliana, take a breath, please." You said to her. She heeded your word, and took a moment to breathe. It gave you a moment to think about what to say. But you didn't have to, as once she calmed down a bit, she sat on your bed, and wrapped her arms around you. Before you realized it, your shoulder became wet with her tears. It was in that moment that you realized just how much she cared about you. You wrapped your arms around her as best you could, and the two of you sat there for a while, just holding each other. (I'm so sorry if it sucks lol I haven't written on Tumblr in a WHILE) Hope you like it!
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demigoddessqueens · 1 year
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Do you have any dragon age requests as I would like to request headcanons to being morrigans sister who isn’t a mage who becomes the hero of Ferelden who the companions fall in love with?
Sounds cool! Got it 😎
Alistair
He’s still picking up his jaw from the floor. Still feeling the whiplash. You’re Morrigan’s sister??!? After he sees that his ribbing has no effect on you, being that you’re different from your sister and you’re kinda used to it, he lets up a bit. Talking more with you, Darkspawn and doom aside, he likes you. First platonically, and then he has his “oh, Oh!” moment the more he spends time with you. When it gets to your “Hero” moment, he’s a nervous wreck and always looks for you. It’s then that he confesses to you, not wasting any more time in withholding his feelings
Zevran
Flirt mode is on fire!!! At first you think it’s a whole part of his act, but seeing as you can be a bit more in depth, he respects that. And in doing so, you see the softer genuine side to him as well. You both have had a rough go at life, and find comfort in that to each other. Underneath that flirty front, you admire the loyalty from this assassin. Feeling his reciprocated emotions in his kisses.
Leliana
Bless her sweet heart! You click with her the most. She makes you laugh, and even after facing the gruesome events of your lives, you still find that bright spot in life. After becoming the Hero of Ferelden, she rushes up to you (past Alistair and Zevran) for a tight hug and sweet kiss.
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randoimago · 1 year
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Morrigan, Cassandra, Isabela and leliana with an s/o who comes off as ditzy and unreliable but when it's comes to battle or strategy they're super competent and extremely strong or skilled
Ditzy S/O That’s Good in Combat
Fandom: Dragon Age
Characters: Casssandra, Isabela, Leliana, Morrigan
Type of Request: Headcanons
Notes: You got it!
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Cassandra
Can’t help but sigh as she follows you around and has to speak up to remind you of what you were doing previously.
The romantic in her had been cheering about having an airheaded S/O because that’s so cute and she’s read about how adorable and the slow burn with getting you to realize her love. The actual frustration she felt put her off of those kinds of books for a bit.
She knows you’re not great with memory and such so she would spar with you just because she wanted you to have some knowledge of combat. Was very impressed and happy that you’re able to hold your own.
Isabela
Can’t help but coo about how dumb you are. Well maybe not dumb but you are a bit of a mess. She thinks it’s cute anyway.
Tells you to relax about things anyway. There’s way too many people uptight and busy being a perfectionist, so she’s glad that you do things your way.
Does have to sigh in relief that you’re capable in a fight. She’d hate to have to save you all the time and she knows how dangerous the city can be. She still gives smoke bombs and such for quick getaways should you need it.
Leliana
Oh she finds you so precious. Like a little puppy that can’t make up it’s mind with what it’s doing!
It does get rather concerning at times when you can’t find your weapons or have lost where you placed a potion. She does her best to keep an extra dagger or something on hand for when that happens.
Leliana does find it truly amazing with how good you are in combat. It’s very deceiving for your enemies and she’s a fan of being deceptive. You two make a good pair!
Morrigan
Is honestly surprised that you’ve managed to live as long as you have. Perhaps people take pity and consider you a fool and that’s why you’re still alive.
She’s glad that you’re alive, don’t get me wrong, but she’s not going to be nice about you being a ditz. This world is a dangerous one and if you don’t have your shit together then she doesn’t know how she’s going to save you.
It is good that you can pull yourself together when it’s time to fight or should plans be made. She can’t protect you in battle, nor would she try (that’s definitely a lie, but she hopes by saying it, it’d cause you to try harder to be careful).
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judgementdaysunshine · 6 months
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Maker's breath
Pairing: Leliana x Fem reader
Description: You and Leliana fall in love with each other at first sight
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Things felt different as you walked behind Alistair and Morrigan meeting Shale, Wynne, Zevran, Sten, and finally Leliana. You felt a true sense of companionship and family amongst the group as you meet each of them but something felt completely different as you lock eyes with leliana as you walk stopping a few inches in front of her as everyone else paid no attention but zevran did notice how you both looked at each other as you met everyone else, you both couldn't help but look at each other after talking and as time went on of you being in the group as a healer and warrior which she truly admired about you that not only you took time to care for sick people and healed the injured but also that you put your life on the line for others who couldn't fight for themselves making her fall for you much faster, you fell for her more seeing just how honest and sweet she was not just to you and the party of your friends but also to strangers and people you met even when some were rude to her she was still nice unless they kept being rude to her or were rude to any one in the party especially you even grabbing and throwing a drink in the face of a man who had grabbed and pulled your hair trying to grab amd take you to the alley outside which disgusted a lot of people in the bar especially herself and your shared friends who did teach him lesson later on when they ran into him the next day. Leliana feels her breath in her throat as she sees you in a beautiful lavender dress that complimented your body and brought out your facial features especially your eyes that were filled with so much emotion, kindness, and unconditional honesty which made her heart swell when she got the chance to look into them, "Maker's breath I am in love" you follow her as she walks to catch a breath grabbing and kissing her sweetly making you both melt in each other's embrace swept up in the tender moment only pulling away for air before bursting into quiet laughter and holding each other with your foreheads lightly connected with big smiles before walking back to camp hand in hand.
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divine-donna · 9 months
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inquisition companions react to the inquisitor missing half their arm
because bioware didn’t wanna give it to us, i decided i’d just do it myself. (insert thanos meme) even though i am like years late to the hype.
the game is like 9 years old at this point, but spoilers ahead.
do keep in mind this is my own personal interpretation of each character. it may not be accurate to your own interpretations. (also i know leliana is technically not a companion in inquisition but i included her anyways)
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cassandra pentaghast
if cassandra could plunge a knife into the heart of solas, she would. she would not let him get away with betraying you and taking the anchor along with your arm. you had basically fallen into her arms when you emerged from the portal and she had to carry you back to halamshiral. for the days you were unconscious, cassandra was anxious and extra prickly. there were many times where cullen would have to talk her down from her anger. even varric did too.
dorian pavus
the first thing he did was crack a joke. the atmosphere was tense and it just slipped out. “i asked you to come back in one piece, not missing one.” safe to say, the other companions did not approve of his joke. dorian was set to return to tevinter after being notified of his new position as a magister, but he delayed the return to his homeland for you. he sat in your room as you lied unconscious, barely breathing, leg anxious bouncing up and down. when you awoke, you were immediately met with a large and tight hug from him. he knocked the air out of your lungs from that.
blackwall
blackwall admires you. in fact, everyone would go so far as to say he adores you. he thinks of you as strong, capable, almost infallible. you closed rifts, you closed the big green tear in the sky, and you defeated corypheus! what couldn’t you do? all your feats proved to him that you were the strongest leader he could ever know. and yet, you were still mortal. you left the eluvians mortally wounded and exhausted beyond belief, your eyelids so heavy and ready to close so you may drift off into the black void of sleep. blackwall would not let you, not until you were taken away to be cared for. you found him sitting besides you, awake and on guard. your mortality was his reminder that you and him were the same, even if your lives appeared to be completely different. and he understood that the world would need a leader like you and that is dangerous.
iron bull
the bull could feel a stronger kinship with you that day. it appears that the both of you lost something. he betrayed the qun for the inquisition, thus losing a part of himself, his people. you lost a literal part of yourself, something you had to come to terms with after having the anchor for two years. to say iron bull was shaken up would be an understatement. he was getting cassandra to hit him with sticks for days on end while you lied unconscious. he wondered what would’ve happened if he was with you, if maybe...he could’ve stopped solas. but reminiscing never did anyone any good.
cole
as much as he wanted to help you, cole couldn’t. he also understood that you wouldn’t accept his help, no matter how much he insisted. so instead, he did the best thing he could do: help tend to your injuries. what was curious was that he could feel very little of your pain. when he felt your pain two years ago after forming the inquisition, it was concentrated in your hand and forearm. with it gone, you felt at peace. the primary source of pain for you had been washed away. perhaps it was a blessing in disguise, he thought.
sera
sera’s immediate reaction is, like dorian, to crack a joke. everyone is used to her eccentricity. but it felt different this time around. while you laid unconscious, recovering from the long battle, she occupied herself. she had to busy her hands and her legs, keep moving, keep her mind busy. because if she sat too still for even a second, then her mind would think about the worst outcome. she would get images of you, dead, because solas had betrayed you, betrayed her, betrayed the inquisition. hell, he betrayed the world! that knob! thinking he knew what was best! sera’s all the more relieved when it’s revealed you survived. she bursts through the door to see you and hug you tightly, complaining about how much you scared her.
varric tethras
in all honesty, varric should’ve been more prepared to expect...well, the unexpected. he had expectations of you coming out unharmed, untouched. obviously, that was not what happened. and he wondered if he was responsible for this. he had been one of the many people to support you as the inquisitor two years ago, suggesting it. he wondered if he made the wrong decision. but also, part of varric was relieved. he lost someone close to him two years ago. he didn’t know if he could handle losing you too.
vivienne de fer
the court would devour tales of the eluvians and how you managed to survive. that was vivienne’s first thought. people would be talking about you for centuries to come, certainly. and yet, she knew in her soul that was not what you would want. she does her best to minimize what rumors spread when you first emerge from the eluvians and help give you privacy. behind closed doors, vivienne checks on your injuries. part of her is amazed that the anchor was removed so cleanly.
josephine montilyet
josephine has seen many things ranging from serious to just plain absurd. when she was alerted that you had returned with many serious injuries, including the loss of half your arm, she sent messages to get the best possible doctors in all of orlais to help attend to you. the woman was definitely stressed beyond belief. but when she wasn’t trying to get everyone from backing off from you or getting people to look at you, josephine was attending to you herself. you awoke to find her wiping some sweat off your face and when she noticed, she muttered about how great andraste was and embraced you tightly.
cullen rutherford
your knight-commander appeared to take the news very well, much to the disapproval of cassandra. but the moment cullen was alone, in private, he flipped a table, causing everything to crash. all he could feel running throughout his body was regret, guilt, and anger. regret and guilt for not having gone with you. he should’ve. because if he did, maybe you would have came back alright. anger directed towards solas because the apostate had betrayed you, the inquisition. and everything you and him had worked towards was going to crumble. all of his hard work, leliana’s, cassandra’s, josephine’s, it’d all be for naught. cullen ends up spending a lot of time alone while you’re unconscious. he prays to andraste and the maker to distract himself from any wandering thoughts going towards lyrium. certainly the new mabari hound he decided to adopt on a whim helps with distractions at least.
leliana
the woman has seen many things in her lifetime, having experienced the fifth blight itself and been part of that fight against the archdemon. still, things aren’t easy when you come back from the eluvians missing half of your arm. even if it goes against all her duties, leliana stays with you until you wake up to make sure you’re alright. you’re the inquisitor after all and it’s vital that you’re still alive.
solas
he’s the one who took it. you think he cares?
in all seriousness, it gave him no pleasure to remove your arm for the anchor. even if his plan was...well, shoddy we should say, the anchor was going to kill you. he had no choice. carrying your hand and forearm around felt heavy. he could carry it just fine but what made it heavy was the burden that came with his plan to tear down the veil and bring doom upon the world in a desperate attempt to bring it back to what it once was. and also, the burden of having harmed you.
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scarfacemarston · 15 days
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Going on a trip tomorrow that I really don't want to go on. Spam me!
It can be anything. Headcanon requests, prompts, meta questions, history questions, just anything. It sucks because it's me going from my toxic household to visit more toxic family. They're super MAGA..........I'm a queer disabled adopted immigrant so you can imagine how that goes. Anyway, send me anything! Tagging for visibility and what I'll write for. I can't fit many tags so if you don't see your fave character, ask anyway!
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gogogodzilla · 1 year
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Lovers' Quarrel || Cullen Rutherford
Summary: The inquisitor's family betroths them to someone other than Cullen, and on top of that the anchor is spreading.
Note: Some hurt/comfort, light angst, and Cullen being a sweetheart <3 Also, this is an x reader story that will remain as gender-neutral as possible! Set a few months before Trespasser.
{Part 2} {Masterlist}
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You were used to the anchor hurting. You were used to the uncomfortable tug that radiated from your palm and moved all the way up to your shoulder every time you closed a rift. But, this was different. This was blinding pain that seared you to your very core. 
It began as a slight burning in the center of your palm that happened every time you got stressed or your emotions ran high. It flared when your friends left Skyhold to continue their lives elsewhere. They had their own lives; you understood, but your heart still ached each time you had to say goodbye. 
You got good at hiding it. That was until it got so bad it brought you to your knees, clutching your left hand to your chest as the anchor flared for a moment before quieting. 
You knew you should tell Cullen, but you didn’t want to worry him. You could handle this. You fought against Corypheus, for Maker's sake.
You slightly shook out your hand before leaning forward to examine the war table. You prayed that a flare-up could wait until after this meeting was over. 
“I’ve received a letter from Baron Maxwell Van Serant who will assist us in translating the dragon manuscript for Professor Frederic,” Josephine commented before reaching to move one of the silver pieces off the map. 
Your grip on the arm of your chair tightened— a genius addition by Josephine considering how much time you spend here. 
You nodded, “Good, do whatever you need to do.” 
“Dangerous words, Inquisitor,” Leliana joked, her eyes meeting yours from across the table. 
You rolled your eyes, relaxing slightly into your chair, “You know what I meant.” 
“I believe we’re finished for the evening, then,” Cullen interrupted. 
You rose from your seat, barely holding back a sigh of relief. You waited for Cullen to reach your side before lacing your hands together. He pressed a gentle kiss to the back of your hand as you drifted towards the heavy wooden doors of the war room. 
“Actually,” Josephine’s polite voice caused you to halt and you turned around, biting back a sigh. “I have one more matter to discuss with you, Inquisitor,” Josephine paused, considering her next words, “It’s somewhat of a sensitive topic.” 
You looked up at Cullen for a brief moment before turning your focus back to Josephine, who was flipping through the papers on her clipboard and avoiding your gaze.
 “What is it?” You questioned, moving back to your original spot at the table. 
Josephine finally found what she was looking for, and she held out a neatly folded piece of paper, “It's from House Trevelyan.” 
You took the letter from her and began to skim through it. Your heart began to race.
“It is time to fulfill my duty to this family and unite our house with another… They’ve arranged for my marriage to one,” you paused scanning for the name of the unlucky person your parents betrothed you to, “Marion Jager.” 
You were trembling as you set the letter on the table, and Cullen quickly snatched it up, his eyes darting across the page. 
“This is ridiculous!” Cullen exclaimed before throwing the letter onto the table. “Th- they can’t just hand you over to someone else,” he was looking between you, Josephine, and Leliana, begging for anyone to provide a solution. 
You leaned against the war table, your legs becoming unsteady under you, “They just did.” Bile began to burn in the back of your throat and you forced yourself to take a few deep breaths. 
“We have to do something,” Cullen insisted, laying a hand gently on your lower back, “I won’t let them take you from me.” 
The familiar burning sensation came back to your palm, and you straightened. You didn’t need Cullen to see you like this. Not yet. 
“Thank you for telling me, Josephine. I’ll handle it from here,” the letter crinkled from how tightly you were holding it, and you turned on your heel and left the war room. Cullen called after you, but you ignored him; pain was radiating up your forearm and it’d be just moments before the mark would flare. 
You focused all of your energy on climbing the stairs to your quarters, taking them two at a time. You burst through the door of your quarters and made a beeline for your desk. You pressed your hands firmly into the wooden surface, and squeezed your eyes shut. 
Stupid family. Stupid duty. Stupid marriage—
A strangled cry left your lips as you grabbed a book from your table and launched it across your room. It landed with a thud halfway across the room. 
Modest in temper, bold in deed. That was the Trevelyan House motto. You wondered if your actions hadn't been enough for them. Why weren't you enough for them?
“My love?” Cullen called as he climbed the stairs, his curly blond hair coming into view through the banister. 
You turned back to your desk. You’d rather take on five dragons rather than face Cullen now. 
He came to a stop a few feet from you, “Are you alright?” 
“Cullen, please,” you croaked, and you put all of your weight on your desk. The pain had traveled up to your shoulder now. 
“Talk to me,” he begged, taking a step toward you. 
“Get out!” You screeched as you whipped around to face him, but you were too late. 
The anchor flared an angry green and pain shot up your arm like wildfire. Your vision went white for a moment and you fell to your knees. It felt like needles were being stabbed into your skin and you held your hand close to your chest. You let out a strained gasp as the pain began to subside. 
Cullen was at your side in an instant, calling your name and begging you to look at him. Your lips were moving but you couldn’t make out what you were saying. Your ears were ringing.
“Please, my love, just look at me,” he grabbed your limp form and pulled you into his lap. 
You were crying now, silent words leaving your mouth quicker than your mind could process. 
Cullen pulled your head to his shoulder, the other one supporting your back. You nuzzled into the fur wrapped around his shoulders and took a shuddering breath. 
"I'm okay," you croaked out. 
Cullen shook his head, "You were praying." 
Ah, so that's what you were saying. 
Travelyan's have always been pious people. Their devotion to the Chantry was sacred to them. You spent most of your life preparing to fulfill the role your parents set out for you. You were to become a Templar or a member of the Chantry. That was until the Chantry blew up and you obtained this wretched mark and became the Herald of Andraste. That seemed to placate your family until now.
Even when you abandoned the Chantry and their teachings, you still found comfort in the Chant… in the Maker. 
"How… how long has this been happening?" Cullen questioned as he smoothed your hair and held you close. 
You sighed, "Up until recently it was bearable."  
"Why didn't you tell me?" Tears were running freely down his cheeks and you wanted to fling yourself off of the rookery. 
The last thing you wanted to do was hurt him.  
"I was scared," you whisper, and the admission feels like a weight off your chest. Fear was something you dealt with alone, always having to put on a brave face. 
You wiped his tears away and he continued, "I'll do anything in my power to help you; you just have to let me." 
You kissed him, hoping that your actions could say what your words couldn't. I'm sorry. I'm scared of losing you. I don't want to die.
He pulled away when the need for oxygen became too great. Maybe it was the lack of oxygen you were getting that emboldened you to whisper your thoughts against his lips, "Marry me." 
"What?" 
You grinned as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. "Marry me, and we won't have to worry about this Marion," you took on a more serious tone, "We can just be together for however much time I have left." 
"Don't say that, we can figure out the anchor. Together. Married or not," he said as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. 
You shifted so you were straddling him, and you tilted your head, "Don't you want to get married?" 
He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your lips before moving on to kiss the rest of your face. "Of course,  I do. But," you let out an exaggerated groan and he continued, "I want to get married because we want to, not because some heathen thinks they're betrothed to the love of my life." 
"You sure do have a way with words, Commander," you murmured, running your hands along his shoulders. 
"I love you," he breathed, as he ran his hands gently up your sides.
You cupped his face in your hands and kissed him once more. Your lips moved in tandem and you ran your fingers through his hair. 
You inserted an 'I love you' between each kiss, hoping that if you chanted it long enough it may dull some of the fear of what's to come. Your love would persevere. It had to.
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A/N: This is my first time writing for Dragon Age, plz be kind :')
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sxrensxngwrites · 8 months
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The Inner Circle Crushing on Someone from a Different Background -- Part Three
this request comes from anon, who asks: 'Head canons for the main dragon age squard (if you feel up to it of course!!!!) About them crushing on someone from a different background (example: cullen and someone rich)'
I ended up splitting this up because I got carried away... my bad. If you want any of these to be revisited or you want me to go into more detail, feel free to shoot me another ask! The same can be said if you want DA characters from different games.
Part One (Blackwall, Cassandra, Cole) Part Two (Cullen, Dorian, The Iron Bull) Part Three (Josephine, Leliana, Sera)
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JOSEPHINE:
The Montilyet family, while of note, had to carefully tend to their money and businesses in the aftermath of being barred from Orlais. Still, Josephine and her siblings regularly interacted as (and with) members of the nobility in Antiva and Orlais. Josephine herself, while a romantic, is particularly understanding of many different aspects of life and knowledgeable on things outside of the upper class.
Station in society has very little to do with Josephine falling in love. For her, it comes down to a matter of character. She has a soft spot for the romantic, but places good-deeds and honor above all else. Meeting someone of a more humble origin isn’t necessarily how she expected to fall in love, but somehow she’s enamored with a stablehand for the Inquisition. They’re very kind, always tending to the requests she has within record time, and respecting those around them regardless of occupation.
Josephine falls hard. At first she denies it; she has very little time for romance when there are holes in the sky, plus someone back in Orlais has already spoken for her. Yet, she can’t help but be consumed by the gentle stable hand–and the concept that their love might be forbidden. She doesn’t give into fairytales as easily as her sister does, however, so she dismisses her feelings away as a crush. To her, it’s not only illogical to fall in love during wartime, but it’s also improbable that she would get to pick her spouse as the eldest of her family that borders on ruin.
It takes some meddling from Leliana for Josephine to confess her feelings. After that, it’s only a matter of time before her beloved stablehand somehow catches wind of it. They’d never believe that Lady Josephine would ever reciprocate their feelings, so they didn’t dare try anything. But, with rumors of her feeling the same, it was now or never. It takes a while before Josephine is comfortable with the concept of a long term relationship during such trying times. However, if they can fall in love while holes are in the sky, then telling her family and other suitors should be a piece of cake.
LELIANA:
Leliana grew up across Thedas, parts of her life being contributed to Orlais and others to Ferelden. Having been a bard in the Orlesian court and a Sister in the Chantry, Leliana is influenced by a number of places and cultures. She grew up being tossed from place to place, never having much of a clue of where she would land next.
When she meets someone that catches her interest, she never anticipates that they’ll be so different from her in origin. She likely anticipates that they’ll also have been raised in the church, but instead it’s quite the opposite. They’re oblivious. They don’t seem to have much care or awareness of the world around them, only interacting with the world that they directly make contact with.
When Leliana first meets them, I think they frustrate her quite a bit. Leliana has always had to be very careful with every choice she made as a young woman, so when she meets someone who she sees as “careless” she wants nothing to do with them. She keeps her distance, making sure that they operate through Leliana, Cullen, or even the Inquisitor. Yet, she can’t deny that they’re quite attractive–even if their actions seem so odd to her.
After a close call in the field, they’re humbled quite a bit and become aware of the stakes of Thedas that Leliana had warned them of. Following said close call, they become more conscious of their actions and try to be more careful on the field. This change probably makes Leliana’s romantic interest deeper, rather than it just being physically attractive. They even approach Leliana for advice–an action that moves Leliana and makes her consider how they’ve changed. It takes a while for either of them to be fully comfortable with one another, but after some humbling experiences the two draw closer.
SERA:
Variety is the spice of life for Sera. Everything new or different is automatically better in her book. She seeks adventure in the mundane and hardly ever takes the easy way out. In fact, anything similar to her upbringing is a little stale to her in some way. However, Sera’s past is a bit of a mixed bag. Her early life was spent in an elven alienage before she was taken in by a human woman. So anything outside of the realm of Ferelden qualifies as different. Yet, Sera rebukes her own connection to the upper class–citing it as her cause to protect the “little people” of Thedas.
Upon meeting someone of the upper class, Sera would quickly group them in with all of the other nobility that she and the Friends of Red Jenny hate. Someone with such a high position and influence isn’t to be trusted in her eyes, especially when they could turn at a moment's notice. She keeps her distance, even reporting them to the Inquisitor on several occasions–so that they can keep an eye on them, of course. Sera even plays pranks on them since they make such an obvious target for the Friends of Red Jenny. However, as Sera watches from the shadows she begins to reconsider her opinion.
They’re of noble birth and have a substantial amount of money, but they use it in such a way that many other powerful people do not. They support the people of Haven, and they help purchase blankets for the displaced villagers of the Hinterlands. In fact, most of their money goes to people who need it more rather than keeping for themselves. Sera wants to change her perspective entirely, but a deep part of her is afraid that it’s all an elaborate trick being played on her.
She confronts them in the middle of the night, even drawing her bow in their face. Yet, they don’t seem afraid in the slightest. In fact, they seem relieved that it’s Sera. It takes a bit of discussion for Sera to put her bow away, and even longer for her to realize that she might’ve been wrong about them. Those seeds of doubt develop further into romance, but her eventual partner doesn’t have an issue using their station to support the people of Thedas.
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PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE
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gotta get that motivation to write/post dragon age origins stuff on here.
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herald-divine-hell · 10 months
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Hey Divi Poly!Anon here apologies for the time away i needed some much needed time away from devices but im back so for Sinful Sunday: leliana, alex and fem reader and double penetration with leliana on the recieving end.
Heyo!
Imagine the soft moans released by Leliana as she slides back and fro between you, caught between the rhythmic rolling of each of you two's thrusts. She may be a touch shy, this one time, where the pleasure can be almost overwhelming, her voice breathless and shaky. Any teasing mention of it is met with a sterned gaze and flushed cheeks, but she distracts you both by drawing you two in a kiss, the one in front, and then the other, almost ghostly, yet needy all the same.
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mamaxd · 1 year
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Pretty pls fluff with kissing scars with Leliana 🥺
I'd love to hun!
Leliana x Gender-Neutral Reader
You were in the middle of bandaging up your arm due to having taken a rather bad hit to protect the spymaster, Leliana. You insisted it wasn't that deep of a wound, but she said that it needed to be wrapped. She also said that she was going to sit there with you, to make sure you actually wrapped your arm up.
When you finished, you felt a hand on your shoulder, right above a particularly nasty scar. 'A dragon,' you thought. When you went to get up to change, you felt her pull you back down gently. You looked back at her confused, when you felt her lips press against the scar. "What are you doing?" You ask, looking back at her. She smirked, before placing her attention on your back, pressing her lips against a slightly smaller scar.
That pattern continued until it was long after the moon had risen in the sky. Her arms wrapped around your shoulders as you both swayed in the middle of the room to music only you two could hear.
I know she's probably ooc, I know. But it's cute, okay? Have a good day/night loves❤
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demigoddessqueens · 1 year
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Loved your fic of Leliana you did for me! Can I have another one where they are in a flower field and it's just fluff + "God you're so beautiful"? 🥺
More love for Leliana!
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Success within the Inquisition came with the expense of celebrations and numerous gatherings to commend you on such a daunting task.
You didn’t care much for the rest of it, given how overwhelming it could feel.
Rather than all that, it felt more rewarding to be here relaxing with your love in this field by such a calming river.
Lillies, posies and the rest that were in bloom by the banks.
You may have been rewarded with titles and emblems, but weaving flower crowns together just seemed more of an appreciation.
“How do I look?”
Leliana places the freshly woven crown atop your head before her hands gently traced down along the sides of your face.
“Maker’s Breath, but you look beautiful.”
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randoimago · 2 years
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Hi 👋, could I ask for Fenris, Solas and Leliana (inquisition) yandere headcanons?
Yandere Headcanons
Fandom: Dragon Age
Characters: Fenris, Leliana, Solas
Type of Request: Headcanons
Notes: You got it~
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Fenris
He doesn't want to hurt you. He's never wanted to hurt you. But he can't control his temper and sometimes you're in the room when he gets pissed and he can't stop himself. Is always apologizing and begging for forgiveness afterwards.
Seriously, if someone else tries talking to you or even looks at you in a way he doesn't like then his temper gets the better of him. Does his best to hurt the other person when there's less witnesses.
Probably keeps you locked in the mansion with him. It's just the two of you and he treasures all of that time with you.
There are times when he has to leave to help Hawke, but he always promises he'll come back. You wish he wouldn't.
Leliana
She knows all the gossip and rumors. She's heard all of your deep dark secrets. And she's not afraid to blackmail you to be hers.
Everyone knows to stay away from you because you're hers. So yes, you're allowed to walk around but no one talks to you or pays you any mind. No one except her, of course.
She always knows if you're plotting an escape. She's always three steps ahead. So you might as well stay put S/O. She would hate to use you as a meal for the crows as a punishment.
So while you might have the illusion of being free, you're really just a bird in a cage and she's got the key.
Solas
He's just the bald elf that goes on tangents about his people. That's the image he likes to share with others.
Started out the same with you. He's sweet and tells you all sorts of stories before he's telling you what the others truly think of you. What you're really capable of. If you're allow him to show and help you.
Manipulation is child's play for him and you're caught like a bug in a spider's web. He's just spinning more and more words for you to love him more and hate everyone around you.
And maybe you catch onto his manipulation, maybe you realize it for what it is. Except you can't escape. How can you run from a god?
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Leliana Masterlist
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Maker's breath
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divine-donna · 9 months
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knight in shining armor
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pairing: cullen rutherford x gender neutral! reader
premise: a royal au, featuring cullen as a member of your royal guard.
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♡ cullen rutherford, your knight in shining armor since you were young. a righteous boy who grew up into a righteous man, protecting you from dangers beyond the walls of your castle and imperial spies.
♡ cullen rutherford, who was brash and outspoken, who would talk back to his superiors for interacting with royalty when he himself was nothing more than a peasant.
♡ cullen rutherford, a boy punished for rumors untrue.
♡ cullen rutherford, who became a knight and popular amongst your kingdom subjects.
♡ cullen rutherford, who became a hero in the war against an imposing empire that threatened to swallow your country whole. you were a hero strategist and he the heroic knight-commander.
♡ cullen rutherford, who gained a promotion from your father. “any position.” he said. it almost seemed too good to be true.
♡ cullen rutherford, who asked to be part of the royal guard. “nothing would bring me more honor than to protect you and your family, your greatness.”
♡ cullen rutherford, who also got a mabari with his promotion. he was more than ecstatic considering that he’s wanted once since he was a kid.
♡ cullen rutherford, who learns it was you who got him the mabari hound he’s wanted. your act of generosity would not go unnoticed.
♡ cullen rutherford, who participated in many tourneys representing himself. his experience gave him the upperhand against the nobles who had never even stepped foot on a battlefield.
♡ cullen rutherford, who asks for your favor. you smile cheekily and toss him the wreath of flowers. “may the maker smile upon you today.” he notices the wreath has daisies woven within it.
♡ cullen rutherford, who is assigned by your father to watch over you personally especially during the treaty signings. maker forbid something happened to you, the heir to the kingdom.
♡ cullen rutherford, who finds his love for you deepening, a love that has been building since he was a child and saw you all those years ago. he can’t help the smile that continues to form on his face. leliana and josephine are always pointing out his lovesick grin when you’re around.
♡ cullen rutherford, who continues to polish his chess skills. it drives you a little stir crazy that he has only beaten you. 10 to 0 is the current score. you’re determined to win at least one game.
♡ cullen rutherford, who finds you reading up on chess strategies and asking other people that have played him for advice on how to win. it amuses him and he decides to leave you alone.
♡ cullen rutherford, a man who feels pride when you finally beat him. you outmaneuvered him in almost every way. it was a little scary actually how you beat him.
♡ cullen rutherford, who meets you in the gardens at night. it’s just the two of you. alone. no one around. he could hear nothing but your breathing and his own and the gentle hum of insects.
♡ cullen rutherford, a boy who grew into a handsome man. the scar adorning his face added a charm to him. and his eyes were warm, gentle, inviting.
♡ cullen rutherford, whose touch put you at ease and made your skin flush. your heart would pound against your rib cage and it threatened to burst from your chest.
♡ cullen rutherford, who felt like forbidden fruit. you should be dallying someone of your status, someone born into nobility and with titles and lands. he was a man with neither (outside of his current titles, of course).
♡ cullen rutherford, who cupped your face gently. the two of you were so close. so very close. if you moved further just a little...
♡ cullen rutherford, a man surprised when he felt your lips against his. he suddenly couldn’t move, body frozen. he had become putty in your hands, maleable by your will.
♡ cullen rutherford, who kissed you back with such fervor that it felt like you were about to explode. with happiness of course.
♡ cullen rutherford, your lover. a secret affair you had to have. and sure, were you breaking your promise to your father to marry someone adequate? yes. but you knew what you felt and it would never be with any of the nobles that send proposals every day.
♡ cullen rutherford, who is content to be your lover in the shadows of the night. you were his liege. he wanted nothing to happen to you. he understood the responsibility on your shoulder.
♡ cullen rutherford, who always deflects from the rumors and questions surrounding him and his liege. people are talking. it wouldn’t be long before such whispers reached the greater nobility.
♡ cullen rutherford, who is surprised at your forwardness and openness during your name day ball. you ask him for a dance. openly. in front of all the suitors that had lined themselves up for you.
♡ cullen rutherford, who takes your hand and ignores the looks being sent his way, ignores the hushed whispers behind elegant masks and large hand fans.
♡ cullen rutherford, who utterly melts when you whisper to him, “i love you.”
♡ cullen rutherford, a man interrogated by your father because of the rumors of his liaison you. he gives vague answers that only further frustrate your father.
♡ cullen rutherford, a man saved when you enter the room and give your father clear answers. you are firm on your stance and on your love for cullen. he feels flutters in his heart watching you argue with your father. it appears you had become his knight in shining armor.
♡ cullen rutherford, a heroic knight-commander promoted to a member of the royal guard and now, your husband. he says his vows with enthusiasm and love. his whole body shakes with enthusiasm as he says, “i do.”
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