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imdoingaokay · 2 years

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if you’re doing dragon age requests: dai companions reacting to an inquiz asking if they need a hug. bonus points if it’s because they (inquisitor) noticed the companion was looking sad or tired, or because they’ve just been through something difficult (say, after one of their personal quests). thank you :)

Oh my dear anon.

I been waiting for this one.

I have spent literal nights working on this bad boy and lemme tell you if you don't like it illliterallystartcryingohmygod

Anyways, here you go babe <3

Blackwall/Thom Rainer: It was strange, honestly. Being Thom Rainer again. It felt almost wrong. He was thankful for the Inquisitor, their kindness. They could’ve left him, let him pay. But they didn’t. Somehow, they even forgave him.

It made him feel, free, in a way. Not just physically, with all the chains being taken off. But there was a metaphorical weight taken off his shoulders. Just now, he felt guilty for his lies.

“Blackw- I mean, Rainer.” A familiar voice called for him, pulling him away from the wood he worked on.

“Ah, Inquisitor-”

“Please, call me by my name.”

Rainer paused, before letting the name of the Inquisitor fall from his lips.

“Thank you, I like my name, I’d like to keep it.” The Inquisitor smiled, and Rainer smiled back.

“It suits you.” Rainer chuckled.

“I could say the same to you, Rainer.” The Inquisitor responded, catching him off guard.

Before Rainer could respond, the Inquisitor spoke quietly, “I’ve forgiven you, you know.”

And soon enough, Rainer was wrapped in a tight hug. And while he still felt as though he wasn’t worthy of such care and affection, he was going to make himself worthy.

But for now, he’ll be fine with the hug, wrapping his own arms around the Inquisitor.

Cassandra: It started when Cassandra snapped at the Inquisitor. She wouldn’t admit it, but she was still upset. Upset about the betrayal of her superior, upset about the death of her comrades. And she had taken it out on the Inquisitor.

She was thankful for the quiet camp that followed, and how spaced out the tents were. She didn’t know if she could face the Inquisitor just yet.

“I hope you know I’m not upset with you.” It didn’t matter if she could or couldn’t.

“Wh-Oh. I do apolog-”

“Cassandra, it’s okay. You’ve been through a lot in the past few weeks.” The Inquisitor comforted her, placing a hand on Cassandra’s back.

“I-” She had hesitated, wondering if she should pull away or stay. In her turmoil, the Inquisitor wrapped an arm around her shoulders. Cassandra turned to look at them before enveloping them in a hug.

“Thank you.” She said, and she meant it.

Cole: Cole was quiet, his thoughts had been more mixed up as of late. Sometimes he was quiet, sometimes he was loud. But he felt more at peace. It felt better to be out of limbo, but was he on the right side?

“Cole? I was looking for you, I wanted to check in.” The Inquisitor said as they climbed the tavern stairs.

“Oh, h-hello.” Cole responded, “I think I’m okay.”

“Really? That’s good.”

“Grey, muddled, furrowing your brow… you don’t believe me.” Cole looked down, a little dejected.

“I guess it’s hard to believe you’d be doing okay after everything that had happened.” The Inquisitor frowned, “I just want you to know, I’m here. And I wanted to ask if you wanted a hug.”

Cole paused, lifting his gaze to the Inquisitor. He opened his arms and they did the same.

“Warm, protected, so small, still young? I deserved more. I must be protected.” He said, reading the mind of his Inquisitor.

“Hey… just enjoy the hug, alright?” The Inquisitor replied.

“A-Alright.”

Cullen Rutherford: Scribbling down more missives, Cullen’s head throbbed. Lyrium or no lyrium, life was not easy for the former templar. He was so entrenched in the paperwork, he didn’t notice the door slowly open.

“Cullen?” The Inquisitor asked, curious about their friend.

“Ah, Inquisitor, I apologize. I was… busy.” Cullen looked up, sighing at the heap of papers littering his desk.

“I could always get a soldier or two to help you.” The Inquisitor suggested.

“Maker, no. They never do it right, and their handwriting is awful.” Cullen sighed, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, “Regardless, is there something I can do for you?”

“I just wanted to check in on you, after everything.” The Inquisitor asked, “I know we talked but…”

“Me? I am fine, doing much better.” Cullen smiled at the Inquisitor’s concern, he stood up to meet the Inquisitor infront of his desk.

“Good, I need my commander in tip-top shape.” The Inquisitor playfully punched Cullen’s shoulder.

“I’ll try…” Cullen laughed gently, gazing at the paperwork he still had to do.

“Why don’t I help? I’ve done this before.” The Inquisitor smiled, Cullen hesitated, wanting to say no, that the Inquisitor deserved rest, but the offer of help was too tempting.

Luckily, he did say yes. And no less than an hour later, the pair was done with the remaining papers.

“Do you mind doing all my paperwork from now on?” Cullen asked, the Inquisitor standing up and stretching.

“Not really, but I think you’ll mind more.” The Inquisitor joked, “But… I wanted to tell you… you work so much, I want you to know… how much I appreciate it.” The Inquisitor spoke gently.

“Oh, you don’t need to-”

“No, I need to. You deserve that much.” The Inquisitor spoke, and wrapped their arms around Cullen.

Cullen felt strange, a good type of strange. Being a templar meant… not many hugs. The last one he had gotten… was it from his family? He hadn’t seen them in ages… perhaps…

“Cullen. Stop overthinking this.” The Inquisitor ordered, and the commander quickly wrapped his arms around them.

He liked this.

Dorian Pavus: He was reading some cheesy Orlesian drama, and he heard footsteps climbing up the stairs, he had expected it to be one of the many messengers of the Inquisition, and was surprised when he saw the Inquisitor instead.

“I… I wanted to check up on you.” They said.

“What is there to check up on? I’m alive, aren’t I? Downed a few bottles of wine, but hey, don’t we all?” Dorian retorted.

“Dorian, I know you aren’t okay. I just wanted to make sure if there was anything I could do. You’re my friend. Probably one of my closest friends.” The Inquisitor responded.

“You? Friends with some devious little boy from the Imperium? My, what would Mother Giselle say?” Dorian deflected, but he was still touched by their declaration.

“Dorian.” The Inquisitor spoke sternly, causing Dorian to look up.

“I… Thank you… I… I appreciate your friendship.” Dorian spoke, turning towards the Inquisitor.

The two looked at each other for a moment before The Inquisitor opened their arms, and wordlessly, Dorian entered the warm embrace of his friend.

Iron Bull: The tavern was full, but it still felt lonely.

He cursed himself for looking to the Inquisitor for judgment, he should’ve decided. The chargers were his men, but so was the Qunari. Had he failed them?

Iron Bull could hear approaching steps and distinctly recognized them as the Inquisitor.

“Hey, Boss.” He smiled, only to see a sad smile on the Inquisitor’s face.

“I wanted to talk with you.” They said, and Iron Bull followed them out of the tavern.

The two rested on the Battlements, luckily, there weren’t any soldiers around to disturb the two.

“I wanted to let you know I’m here.” The Inquisitor said, “You lost someone today, lost… a part of yourself.” The Inquisitor spoke.

“Oh, you don’t need to worry about that, Boss. I’m fine.” Iron Bull smiled. But the Inquisitor saw right through that.

“Still, I’m sorry. I wanted to offer you…” The Inquisitor opened their arms, holding them out.

Iron Bull was confused for a moment, before hesitantly wrapping his arms around the Inquisitor. It was a gentle hug, one Iron Bull wasn’t entirely used to, but he felt some sort of relief when he relaxed into it.

The Qunari would eventually wage war on Ferelden and Orlais, and Iron Bull felt a sad pity in his heart for his oblivious Inquisitor.

But, he didn’t need to think of that. Not at the moment.

Josephine Montilyet: Another letter from Yvette, detailing how the family had been getting on without her. Josephine had been successful for the most part, with the assassins now off her back, she was happily able to begin rebuilding her family’s trading empire.

“You look pleased.” Josephine heard the door to her office be opened.

“Oh, yes! I cannot thank you enough for your help with the House of Repose, it is a relief knowing I won’t need to worry about assassins anymore. Of course, rebuilding the Montilyet name will be difficult, but not impossible.” She got up from her chair, smoothing her skirt before moving away from the desk.

“I don’t think I properly thanked you, all I did was ramble about my time as a bard.” She sighed, “It must’ve sounded, odd to you.”

“Quite the opposite, Josephine, and I wanted to apologize to you if I gave you that impression.” The Inquisitor said, their hands moving to Josephine’s shoulders, “You know I care for you right? When you talk about things, it makes me happy.”

Josephine didn’t know what to say, she found herself wrapping her arms around the Inquisitor as a response. Josephine was someone who rarely found a person who wanted to hear her talk. Who wanted to hear her ramble.

The Inquisitor was that person… she liked it.

Leliana: A quiet prayer to the altar in front of her, she almost didn’t hear the Inquisitor behind her. Luckily, she’s a spymaster for a reason, so she turned to face the Inquisitor right before they have begun to speak.

“Are you okay?” They said, leaning over to get a view of the altar.

“I’m fine, you don’t need to concern yourself with my state,” Leliana responded, standing up and walking over to the railing, watching the birds flap their wings.

“You’re my advisor, I have to worry about you.” The Inquisitor crossed their arms, looking up at the birds themselves.

Leliana paused, turned to The Inquisitor, and smiled, “I suppose I’m happy that it was you who became our inquisitor. You’ve done an excellent job.” She spoke.

“I feel like you need to hear that too.” The Inquisitor said, earning a silent Leliana. Leliana turned to The Inquisitor, hesitant to continue speaking, when was the last time she had been this vulnerable? The two stared at one another before the Inquisitor opened their arms, and the two silent began to hug. The pair said nothing, the two remaining silent while they hugged, but strangely, more was communicated than they expected. Words of praise, appreciation, sorrow, and just a little bit of platonic affection.

Sera: She was working on her arrows, angrily wrapping the twine around the sharp point. A knock at her door caught her off guard. She didn’t respond, allowing her silence to be an invitation.

“Sorry for intruding.” Sera heard the Inquisitor say, closing the door behind them.

“You don’t need to be,” Sera grumbled.

“Well, I know you’re upset, I assume it’s about the-”

“Prissy pants noble arse? Yeah, I ‘ppose you could say I’m pissed.” She snapped, turning around to face her friend. Her angry look melted, and her eyes dropped from the Inquisitor’s face to the floor.

It was silent for a while before the two spoke in unison.

“I’m sorry.” They said, only to look at each other before the two broke into a laugh.

“No, but seriously. I feel bad about how everything went…” The Inquisitor said.

“Sorry for snapping.” Sera sighed, she was surprised she was apologizing to Inky, as she had rarely apologized to anyone.

“Can I sit?” The Inquisitor asked, getting a nod in response.

“I didn’t mean for all that shite to happen, I thought sometin’ else.” Sera said, shrugging.

“It’s not your fault, you know?” The Inquisitor responded, wrapping an arm around Sera. Sera tensed up for a second, but when her friend began to pull away, worried they upset her, she pulled them back in.

Hugging Inky was nice, she thought.

Solas: Solas mourned his friend quietly, like he did most things. He sighed as he sat in his oversized chair, watching the tea in front of him. He was angry at the world he woke up into, mad at the mages for hurting the spirits he cared for, and mad at himself for not stopping it sooner. He wondered if he should be mad at the Inquisitor too, he could’ve gotten there sooner had they hurried up-

A quick curse and he stood up, how could he blame someone else? Someone who had actively helped him? How could-

“Solas?” He heard, turning to the door that led from the great hall to his rotunda.

“Inquisitor.” Solas breathed, it was almost like the Inquisitor had read his mind.

“I apologize for intruding, I just… wanted to check on you, after everything that happened…” The Inquisitor spoke slowly, fiddling with their hands.

“Inquisitor, you don’t need to” Solas began, only to be cut off.

“Solas, I should’ve- I should’ve been faster. Maybe if we didn’t take that trail, if we didn’t get so distracted by the halla, your friend… they… they would’ve been.”

Solas sighed if he felt bad before, but he felt worse now.

Walking over to The Inquisitor, he attempted to comfort them, but he found himself stopping short.

“I know this must be hard for you, losing a friend. I want you to know, I’m here for you.” They said, smiling at him. Solas was surprised, and before he knew it, he was wrapped up in a bear hug.

“Thank you… my friend.” He responded.

Varric Tethras: Cleaning Bianca should be like therapy, but it felt like torture at the moment. He was angry, hurt, and betrayed, it felt like the world was crashing on his shoulders. He kept asking himself about Bianca, the “real” Bianca. Why did he keep going back to her? Why did she keep coming back to him? Why does Red Lyrium keep coming into his life?

“Hey, Varric, you okay? You’ve been scrubbing that spot for an hour at least.” Varric heard a familiar voice behind him.

“Uh, yeah, I’m fine.” He said, quickly moving to another spot on Bianca.

“Normally, you’re a good liar.” He heard the Inquisitor laugh. Varric chuckled a little in response, turning to his friend.

“I guess I’m off today.” He shrugged.

“You’ve been off ever since-” The Inquisitor stopped themselves, “Varric, do you need a hug?”

Varric paused, he had to think about it for a bit, but he found himself nodding.

He wished in Inquisitor knew how strange they were, how they seemed untouchable but down-to-earth. They were a rare breed.

But he stopped his thoughts, stilling the words in his mind for just a moment while he held and was held by his friend.

Vivienne: A response from Bastien’s son; “Thank you” was the most straightforward summary. There were flowery words, but Vivienne knew what Laurent had meant.

“You look upset.” Vivienne heard behind her, and her gaze lifted from the paper to the balcony in front of her. She plastered a smile and waved her hand as if she were batting away whatever negativity hung around her.

“Oh of course not. I’m perfectly fine, darling.” She had begun, turning around to face the Inquisitor. But, the second she locked eyes with them, she faltered.

“I’m sorry. I… I wish I could’ve done more for him.” The Inquisitor began.

“There’s no need to say such things,” Vivienne responded.

“Then… maybe I could just…” The Inquisitor sighed before taking a step closer to her, holding their arms out. Vivienne was taken aback, she couldn’t recall the last time she hugged or was hugged. She chalked it up to her pitying the Inquisitor for their soft heart. But as the Inquisitor wrapped their arms around her, Vivienne did the same. She melted into the embrace, having forgotten the feeling of safety.

She wouldn’t mind it happening again, but she would never ask for it again.

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natsora · 1 year

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Hart

“Maker give me strength,” Cassandra hissed as she spurred her horse to go faster. Hot on the tail of Trev, she did her best to catch up, but the Inquisitor looked intent on getting herself killed. “Trev! Slow down!”

“But—” Trev jerked her head, looking as the hart she was chasing neared. “I’m going to jump.”

“What?” Before she could grab the back of Trev’s flapping cloak, the Inquisitor leapt. “Why?” she hissed through clenched teeth. “Why does the Maker test me so?”

With two hands, Trev held onto the hart’s antlers and yanked. Predictably, the hart cried out and tried to buck her off. But it also slowed down. That gave Cassandra a chance to pull up alongside.

“Trev! What are you trying to do?”

Trev hung on by gripping the hart’s flanks with her thighs. “Get the hart to stop. We have to get the arrow out.”

“Arrow?”

“Yes!” That single word got dragged out as the hart tossed Trev violently about. “Help me!” Cassandra couldn’t see how and drew her blade. Trev’s eyes widened. “Not like that!”

Cassandra rolled her eyes, but instead of slashing at the hart, she secured a rope around her pommel. With one swift throw, the sword pierced the tree she aimed for. The rope stretched across the trail. The hart, alarmed by the foreign object, skidded to a halt.

Trev panted heavily as she stroked the hart’s neck. “We’re here to help. Just relax.”

Cassandra dismounted and made a makeshift leash, looping it around its neck. Trev took the chance to twist around on the hart’s back. The arrow protruded from its flank. A trail of blood stained its tawny coat. Carefully, Trev extracted the arrow. The hart moaned but kept still. It now understood they were trying to help.

Arrow extracted, the hart licked the healing potion off Trev’s hand and bolted for the safety of the forest. Trev stretched and winced. “My poor butt…”

Cassandra grunted. “And whose fault is that?”

“I was trying to help!” The Inquisitor protested.

Cassandra expressed no sympathy and went to retrieve her sword. But she couldn’t help the smile that twitched at the corners of her mouth. No doubt the Inquisitor was young and reckless, but she had her heart in the right place.

@14daysdalovers

#Hart #14daysdalovers #Cassandra pentaghast #Cassandra Pentaghast x female Inquisitor #Cassandra Pentaghast/Female inquisitor #F!Inquisitor #F!Trevelyan #Dragon age #OC: Lexington Trevelyan

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dreamsvoids · 1 year

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Nyx Trevelyan & Cassandra Pentaghast

#dragon age inquisition #dragon age #da inquisition #cullen x trevelyan #cassandra pentaghast #dragon age cassandra #dragon age trevelyan #inquisitor trevelyan #female trevelyan #dai

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nerd-elf · 2 years

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This is the best Cassandra scene

EVER

Also, I must flirt with her every playthrough, no matter how many times she refuses me ❤️💔❤️

If you to check this video on you tube, it's here

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diamondcitydarlin · 2 years

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Loving you Isn't the right thing to do How can I ever change things That I feel?

#lillith trevelyan #cassandra pentaghast x female inquisitor #cassandra pentaghast #dragon age #da: i #dragon age inquisition #3d render #cassandra is bi supremacy

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shinypandamiracle · 1 year

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Things need to get worse before they get better, right?

#Dragon age Inquisition #fanfic #crossover #the lord of the rings #I need to revise the tags because I said 'a little bit of angst' then dropped this #Leliana x ofc #Cassandra Pentaghast x Eowyn #F!Inquisitor x Josephine Montilyet #female trevelyan

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fangirlforthewin · 2 years

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Dragon Age Fanfic Recommendation

Not too long ago, I had asked for some fic recommendations from you all (which I am ALWAYS accepting), and I thought I'd put in one place all the fanfics I've been recommended in case anyone else is interested and wanted to see them all in one place.

Cullen x Inquisitor

In Waking Dreams by AParisianShakespearean (AO3) or on Tumblr - Completed 100/100 Chapters. Summary: The love story between Inquisitor Lydia Trevelyan and her Commander. As the Inquisition begins and unravels, so do their own personal struggles, issues, torrid pasts, and feelings for one another. Sprinklings of other characters here and there. Slightly diverges from canon. Rated E for later chapters.

The Lion and the Halla by Samdancer (AO3) / Derpyfangirl (Tumblr) - Ongoing Summary: Cullen Rutherford has never had much luck with mages. Mages tended to view him with distrust or outright hatred for being a former Templar. And then he meets Helia- the Dalish mage who is the Herald of Andraste. As their relationship evolves, Cullen finds that not only does he have to command the Inquisition's army, but has to contend with jealous Elven apostates, lyrium withdrawal, murder games, and so much more! WHy did he let Cassandra talk him into this?

The Silver Lining by Decim (AO3) - Completed 64/64 Chapters Summary: Canon friendly re-imagining of templar-sided DA:I. POV Cullen and Elsa Trevelyan — a noble girl with a secret who is more familiar with the Game than with combat. Gradual build with a lot of character development, fleshing out of game events, and between-the-scenes detail.

Lay it on Me by Reindrops (AO3) / iamanavenger (Tumblr) - Ongoing Summary: Everyone thinks being the Inquisitor is all glory and honor. No one talks about how it's just surviving, trying to save who you can, and not letting yourself get caught up in the grief of those you couldn't. A darker story of all the hardships our Inquisitor deals with as a Circle Mage, who was not conditioned to be fighting for her life and making life and death decisions.

Alistair x Warden

In Good times and in Bad by PookatheCat (AO3) - Completed 101/101 Chapters Summary: Alistair's POV of the events during the Fifth Blight and his love for the Cousland Warden. The story follows the game with lots of extras.

Come Together by Charlatron (AO3) - Completed 1/1 Chapters Summary: So, I always hated that the only way a female Cousland could get her happy ever after with King Alistair was to let him sleep with another woman. This is my smutty way of making said affair just a little easier to swallow.

Shit Flavored Candy by ACatNamedCrowley (AO3) - Completed 1/1 Chapters Summary: Alistair and Morrigan uncomfortable, barely consensual, archdemon old god baby-making catastrophe.

#dragon age origins #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #Dragon Age fanfics #Dragon Age fic recs #AO3 #dragon age fanfiction #dragon age fanfiction recs #fanfiction reccomendations #alistair theirin #alistair x warden #alistair x cousland #alistair x amell #cullen x trevelyan #cullen x inquisitor #cullen rutherford #dragon age fanfic #fanfic recommendation

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ode-to-fury · 2 years

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A Somewhat Forced Apology

Summary: Cullen and Inquisitor Trevelyan have an argument

Pairings: Cullen x female OC

Disclaimer: So yeah… first half not great, second half very cute, do with this what you will🤷‍♀️

“You cannot be serious!” Cullen exclaimed, at the same moment Cassandra let out a snort of disgust.

“You will ally with mages, apostate mages, no less, over the Templar Order? Men trained, tried and tested to do exactly what we are aiming to do?”

Ailsa Trevelyan felt her fists clench.

Trained, tried and tested to keep Mages locked in towers is not the same thing as closing a fade rift.

“And mages are trained from the moment their powers are discovered how to manipulate the Fade, how to resist demons, what more could we ask for, Commander?”

He frowned at her, and her jaw clenched as well.

“I agree with Commander Cullen,” Cassandra said, “From what we’ve heard, these mages are not to be trusted. I would sooner ally with proven knights.”

“Leliana?” She asked, looking over at the other two women for support, “Josephine?”

“We agree with you, Herald,” Lelianna said, and some of the fear went out of Ailsa’s chest.

“Ser Trevelyan is correct. We have soldiers,” Josephine continued, “we have officers, what we need are mages.”

“I cannot believe this!” Cullen said, louder this time, his hands going up into the air in exasperation.

“Cannot believe what, Knight Commander?” Ailsa snapped at him.

At her question, he seemed to flinch, his eyes going wide for a moment, before his jaw set and he scowled across the table at her.

“That is not my title,” he growled.

“Then act like it,” she could growl too, if she wanted. “You claim to be loyal to the Inquisition, so prove it, because you are outvoted, ser.”

“You go too far, Herald or no,” Cassandra said, stepping up beside Cullen.

“Do I?” She said, and she became aware that smoke was curling from her fists. Hastily she fought to control the anger, or at least the power the anger was pulling toward her.

“I did not want any of this,” she said to the room at large, “But you, the four of you, turned me into the Herald of Andraste without my consent, and then gave me charge of this decision for Maker knows what reason!”

She looked straight at Cullen as she said, “Well, now I am taking charge. We ally with the mages. If we can save the Templars we will, but none of them will be safe anyway if we cannot seal that Rift. The mages are our best chance at doing so. Dismissed.”

She turned on her heal and strode from the war room, feeling like she wanted to cry.

“Herald!” Cassandra’s voice.

She didn’t stop, or slow. If she did she’d explode.

“What?”

“Why?”

That made Ailsa stop. She turned to the Seeker, frowning.

“What?”

“Why the mages, really?”

Slowly, her frown melted. Her anger melted, and she just felt tired. So tired. She unclenched her fists.

“Because they are the best- “

“I asked for the real reason, Herald.”

Cassandra had been… warming to her, since their trip to the Hinterlands. There was still a feeling of distrust, but it felt… forced, from the Seeker’s end. Ailsa didn’t know exactly what to make of it.

So she did the only thing she could think of. She told Cassandra the truth.

“Because I have to…” she trailed off.

“I have to believe they can do it. I have to believe they deserve the freedom they so desperately want.”

She paused, looking away from Cassandra.

“I so desperately want.”

Cassandra stared at her for a long moment before nodding.

“The Templars and Mages will be one and the same when it comes to power. I admit… I was hoping you may choose to support the Templars for personal reasons, but…”

To Ailsa’s surprise, she smiled up at her sheepishly, and held out a hand.

The two of them clasped forearms.

“You are right. If we cannot seal the rift, all is lost and I believe…” she looked at Ailsa with determination written on every line of her face.

“Andraste preserve me, I believe you will save us all.”

With that she turned and left, and Ailsa was left to walk to her rooms alone, tired, but a little bit lighter than moments before.

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The next day found Cullen pacing up and down in front of the door to her room.

In his hands, he held two honey cakes.

Why am I even bothering?

He didn’t understand. Men called him deserter every day, and worse, yet the moment she called him Knight-Commander…

He shook his head, resuming his pacing.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled to the open air. “I spoke out of turn I- Maker’s breath.”

He shook his head.

Why am I even bothering?

Mia had always said that if he felt unsure about saying something he should rehearse beforehand.

Mia had also always been better at speaking than he had.

He took a deep breath, then frowned at himself.

I’ve faced demons, he thought, demons and abominations, surely I can face a woman?

This woman, however…

Josephine and Cassandra had bullied him into apologizing. When he’d asked them with exasperation in his voice how he was supposed to make amends, he had been emphatically told to figure it out.

He hadn’t been able to figure out how he remembered she liked honey cakes from a passing comment she’d made weeks ago, before leaving for the Storm Coast, but it had seemed like his best option.

And he had to admit that… that breaking that fragile truce had felt worse than many other things he’d done in his life.

A glance at the area behind him showed him three Chantry clerics casting curious glances his way, and his face reddened as he realised he’d been muttering to the open air for a few minutes now.

He took a breath and knocked on the door with a knuckle.

A moment later footsteps approached, and the door opened to reveal the Herald, her hair braided along her neck, in a simple shirt and breeches.

She narrowed her eyes at him.

“Commander. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Oh,” he said, caught off guard by her frosty reception. “Uhm, well I… was thinking…”

He suddenly remembered the cakes he held in his hands.

He lifted both of them up so she could see.

“A peace offering,” he said.

She stared at the cakes.

“They’re honeycakes,” he said quickly.

She looked up at him, frowning.

His face fell.

“They’re the wrong ones aren’t they?” He asked, lowering his arms.

“No,” she said quickly, still frowning at him.

“No, they’re my favourite,” her voice was quiet. “How did you- ?”

“You mentioned it,” he said, “before you left for the Storm Coast.”

Her eyes widened.

“You remembered?”

“Yes…” he said hesitantly. She was still staring at him.

“I didn’t- I did something wrong, didn’t I?”

“Did something…” she rolled her eyes in what seemed to be exasperation. Just for a moment he could pretend he saw the corner of her mouth lift.

“Just come inside,” she sighed, shaking her head as she stepped aside to let him in.

She leant her back against the door and lifted an eyebrow at him.

“Here,” he said, holding the cakes out to her.

She reached forward and took one.

“You have the other one,” she said, and there was just the faintest impression of the dimple in her left cheek. “For the effort.”

He nodded, realising suddenly he was completely out of his depth. For someone who said they’d never had the chance to live a normal life outside the Circle, she definitely did not act like it.

He decided the best thing to do would be to say his piece and leave as quickly as he could, so he did not have to spend any more time under scrutiny of those grey eyes than he had to.

“You were right,” he blurted. She frowned with the cake halfway to her mouth, looking like she wanted to say something, but he cut her off.

“I won’t say that I do not still think the Templars would be better suited to the task of closing the Rift, or that they do not deserve to be saved. Your reasoning was sound, however, and I should not have let my prejudices interfere. I’ve,” he swallowed, not wanting to see the disappointment in her eyes he’d seen yesterday. “I’ve treated Mages unfairly in the past. I’m trying to do better.”

She looked at him for a long moment appraisingly before her eyes softened.

“I should not have let my emotions get the better of me,” she said then. “I know you are loyal to the Inquisition. Maker’s balls, probably more loyal than I am. I- I won’t deny my own prejudices about Templars interfered as well.”

He smiled, then, and earned one in return. It was… nice.

“But I have to, Commander…” she said, her smile fading as she spoke. “I have to give them a chance. In the Circles we were looked at as- as less than human.”

He grimaced, remembering Kirkwall, his own words that had sounded all too similar to those.

“When the rebellion happened, well… we were supposed to be better than- than the templars, but all it led to was more bloodshed. I-“ she clenched her fists. “I have to believe they can be better. I can be better.”

She looked up at him suddenly, eyes wide.

“I’m sorry,” she said sheepishly, “You don’t care. Forgive me.”

“No!” He said quickly, “no, I- I do. I know- I mean… I feel the same.”

That earned him a small smile, a nod, a softening of her grey eyes. Maker, she didn’t even realise how much he agreed with her. How her words resonated.

She turned the conversation to lighter topics, to the Hinterlands of Ferelden and the Free Marches. It wasn’t a smooth transition, but it was appreciated nonetheless.

“Commander,” she said later when they had eaten the cakes and he was about to take his leave.

“Yes?”

“Why did you come here?”

He blushed at the question.

I’ve been asking myself that for a day now.

“I…” Maker could you not have given me some talent with words?

“I thought it was right. We had a truce and I broke it.”

“Ah,” she said, giving him that crooked grin again. “Your conscience got the better of you, did it?”

He sighed.

“Would you believe me if I told you I didn’t know?” He said.

She looked at him for what felt like a very long time, but then the crooked grin was replaced with a small smile. She nodded.

“And I’d also believe you if you said Cassandra made you do it,” she said.

“Ah…” he cleared his throat. “Uhm, yes. That too.”

She rolled her eyes, but there was no bite behind the gesture.

“Actually it was Josephine and Cassandra,” he said sheepishly. She snorted.

“Maker, you really didn’t have a choice, did you?”

He smiled.

“I’m not sorry about it,” he said softly, and regretted it almost immediately, because her eyes went wide and she turned away from him and Maker’s breath why did he always have to put his foot in his mouth?

She walked over to the small desk next to the bed, her fingers trailing across the surface.

“You know, Commander,” she said softly, not looking at him. “When Cassandra told me what you used to be I tried very hard to dislike you.”

“Oh?” He said, unsure where she was going. If you asked him, he would have said she’d been outright hostile toward him.

She nodded, and looked up at him from beneath her eyelashes.

“You keep making it too difficult.”

It took a moment for the words to make sense to him, but then a smile crept over his face.

“Good,” he said. Something in his chest had warmed at her words. Something he hadn’t felt in a very long time.

“I- I want you to know that I will do everything in my power to save the Templars,” she said then, more seriously.

She was looking at him as if she was trying to tell whether he believed her.

“I believe you,” he said. “Truly. I believe you’ll get us all out of this mess.”

She smiled, but he thought it was a sad smile.

“No pressure, then,” she said, laughing slightly.

“You’re not alone in this,” he said, almost reaching up to touch her shoulder.

She looked at him, and her eyes widened for a moment, as if she’d never even entertained the thought. Then, those grey eyes seemed to harden with determination. She smiled her crooked smile, one corner of her mouth lifting.

Cullen thought for an inane moment she looked quite pretty like that.

“I- I’ll try and remember that, Commander,” she said. “Thank you.”

#they have an enemies to lovers arc in my canon ok?#cullen rutherford x oc #cullen rutherford fic #cullen x trevelyan #cullen rutherford #dragon age #dragon age inquisition

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aeducanwrites · 5 years

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In response to the @dapromptexchange prompt, also found here on AO3:

“With the mark comes increasingly severe chronic pain - pain like the Inquisitor has never experienced. They keep it under wraps, though, not wanting to appear weak or have anyone pity them. But some days are worse than others and their intake of potions made by the healers plus their own herbal remedies and even alcohol are beginning to become noticeable to others. How does their LI find out and help them? If it is Solas, does he feel guilty for causing this?”

Pairing: Cassandra Pentaghast x Female Trevelyan

Words: 3540

Rating: T

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Elera Trevelyan was woken up to the feeling of fire in her veins and sudden breathlessness, her private quarters—usually dimly lit by the moon’s light—aglow with a sickly green hue. She grabbed the pillow behind her in time to shove her face into it and muffle her agonized scream, body curling into a tight ball and arm convulsing freely as the pulses from the mark on her hand came steadily. She wasn’t sure how long it was until the pulses slowed and finally stopped, but by then Elera was covered in sweat and her throat felt raw. Her entire arm twitched from the after effects of the mark’s spasms, veins still feeling like fire but slowly ebbing into the dull throb she normally felt on good days.

If tonight’s episode was anything to go by, today would not be a good day.

Elera sighed in defeat and reached over to her bedside table, tugging the drawer open and pulling out a small bowl, a cloth, and a half-empty bottle of Tevinter wine Dorian had gotten her for her birthday. With a wave of her hand the bowl was filled with water, and she began the tedious process of wiping the sweat from her brow and checking on her arm, the same as every night. A few weeks back she’d found blood oozing from a battle-earned wound, reopened from the intensity of the mark’s spasms, but tonight she was lucky. Instead of blood, she noticed what looked like several scars creeping their way up her arm, tinted the same shade of green as the mark on her hand.

Elera grabbed the wine bottle, uncorked it, and chugged straight from the bottle.

She’d deal with the panic that would no doubt come in the morning. The moon was still bright in the sky, way too early an hour for her to be up, and at the moment Elera wanted nothing more than to sleep. She set the bottle aside and curled back under her covers, covering her hand with the pillow she’d screamed into to block out the light glow from her palm.

Just another average night for the Inquisitor.

***

Elera had a routine.

It started at Maker-knew-when at night when her mark decided she needed a little more pain in her life, a pain so sharp that when it had first happened her scream was enough to summon some guards who believed she was being murdered. Solas had assured her that once the Breach had been closed, the pulses were sure to stop and she’d finally get a full night’s rest, and--fool that she was—Elera had believed him. She’d suffered the pitying glances from her fellow troops and supposed worshipers each day while at Haven as she made her way from her cabin to the healer for a potion or two, then later to the tavern for a stiff drink. Blackwall had often joined her once he’d been recruited to their cause, the two of them swapping stories about their home and the biggest creatures they’d fought; a real dick-measuring contest. The Iron Bull, of course, beat them all once he figured out her routine, though half the time she wasn’t sure if he was telling the truth. Properly drunk, Elera would stumble back to her cabin, stare at reports that she didn’t know half of the words of, and collapse onto her bed to cycle through the day again. Missions were a little more difficult, but Solas was a competent potions-brewer and Dorian always had a flask on him, either of them helping her through depending on her party for that trip.

The pain didn’t stop with the Breach, though, but Skyhold didn’t need to know that. She was no longer Elera Trevelyan, Herald of Andraste, which was daunting enough on its own. She was Inquisitor Elera Trevelyan, leader of the Inquisition and a figure all of Thedas was to look up to if Corypheus was to be stopped. Showing pain wasn’t an option for her, so she had to hide it.

Her pain-filled nights never stopped, but it was easier to hide that with how secluded her quarters were from the rest of the hold. Elera had given the staff strict orders to only clean when she gave the go-ahead to stop any accidental discovery, and so far they had obeyed. From her room she made her rounds, gritting her teeth against the throbbing that seemed to increase in pace and intensity when she was near Solas for a reason she couldn’t understand. Perhaps it was lucky she always looked stressed or tense, because no one bothered asking why her jaw was clenched enough to hurt, nor why she kept her hands clasped behind her back when she could help it. By the time she got to Cassandra the surgeon would finally be in sight, and Elera told herself that was the only reason her heart leapt in excitement. It was never the way Cassandra swung at her training dummies that made her react that way, with her toned muscles flexing in the rising Orlesian sun under a loose shirt that hung just right (because she didn’t always wear armor, contrary to popular belief). Nor was it the way Cassandra would startle slightly when she noticed Elera approaching, a slight smile touching her lips in acknowledgement.

No, it was because the surgeon had the stronger healing potions that she’d always been awful at making herself. It had nothing to do with her ill-fated crush on Seeker Pentaghast.

That never fooled the surgeon, of course, not after the woman saw Elera run into a wall several times already as Cassandra swung at the practice dummy with well-practiced ease, stopping just short of chopping its head off or puncturing it beyond repair. It was embarrassing, to say the least, and she was proud when it didn’t happen again, the only embarrassing aspect of the morning being that Cassandra caught her staring and smiled at her.

Smiled. Elera could swoon from a smile like that.

She entered the surgeon’s building and quickly shut the door behind her, ignoring the older woman’s chuckle as she took a few breaths to slow her heart rate. When she was certain her flushing had stopped, Elera finally looked to the surgeon, an older woman with a kind smile that reminded her of her mother. She remembered vague details about her family, having been eight when she was brought to the Ostwick Circle, but she was certain her mother had a smile like Surgeon Rein.

“Hiding from your object of affection again, Lady Trevelyan?” Rein teased, and Elera brushes the hair out her face with her good hand to compose herself.

“Please, I haven’t been a lady in twenty-seven years,” she responded, sitting on one of the free cots and smiling warmly at the surgeon. “Do you have the potion ready, Rein?”

Rein’s smile faded, and she grabbed the potion from the top shelf with practiced ease. “I always do, my lady. How was the pain last night?”

A flash of intense pain sparked through the mark at the thought of the previous night, and she stifled her gasp by clenching her jaw tight. “It was worse than previous nights, I admit. Unfortunately, I can say that I’ve had it worse than this.”

The surgeon tutted and knelt before Elera, examining the mark and tracing the branches from it that traveled up her arm, tinted the mark’s unique shade of green even when the mark itself was otherwise dormant. “There’s only so much I can do to help with this matter, my lady. Perhaps Solas would be able to relieve some pain that my potions and tonics cannot.”

“No,” Elera said quickly, almost tanking her hand from the woman but just barely resisting. “It is bearable with what you’re able to provide, I promise.”

“It is spreading, Elera. It cannot be that bearable if it is consuming more of your arm each day.”

Elera swallowed thickly and looked away. She knew the surgeon was correct, that seeing Solas was likely the best solution for whatever was going on, but she didn’t want any of her companions to see her as lesser for being unable to handle the mark. She didn’t want Cassandra to see her as lesser, more truthfully. If it affected her field work, however, and endangered her teammates…

“I’ll consider it,” she finally said, voice trembling slightly. “I owe it to the people I fight beside, don’t I?”

Rein smiled gently and nodded. “They will be more understanding than you believe, my lady. Even your Seeker.”

“She’s not my Seeker, Rein. Nor am I a lady.”

“If either of those become true statements, then I will follow them as such. Until then, you are of House Trevelyan, a noble household, and I shall respect you as such—mage or not. Likewise, if you confess your affection to Seeker Pentaghast and she does not reciprocate, I will stop referring to her as yours. Believe me, though: she holds more affection toward you than you believe.”

Elera gave the surgeon a small smile and nodded. “Thank you. I’ll let you know if I’m right and you’re not.”

Rein smiled cheekily and stood, brushing the dirt off of her knees. “I would expect nothing less of you, my lady.

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In the end, it was her own stubbornness that revealed her pain to her companions, rather than her approaching Solas for help like Rein had suggested.

Elera had meant to go to Solas, honestly, but soon after meeting with the surgeon her advisors had told her the sooner she got to Crestwood the better. The humidity and general dreariness of the place didn’t do anything for her mood, let alone the pain that seemed to worsen in bad weather. Though the constant rain had ceased after she’d helped get rid of the large Rift in Old Crestwood, it still rained about as much as the Storm Coast, and hunting down the Rifts she’d missed the last time they were there in such bad weather wasn’t the best. Varric and Solas were arguing with one another a few feet ahead over Cole, something that was becoming increasingly common between the two of them, and at her side, Cassandra huffed.

“They’ll never agree,” she said. “I do not know why they bother arguing circles around each other every day.”

“They both care about Cole in their own way,” Elera said, smiling fondly at the two men. “Solas keeps treating him like a spirit, and Varric a human, so they’re bound to disagree.”

“But he is a spirit,” Cassandra said, brows furrowing.

“He’s the most human spirit I’ve met. Unless Cole says something to me, and so long as Cole is treated kindly, then why does it matter?”

“I suppose you have a point. You can be the one to get that in their heads though.” Cassandra nodded at the men, and Elera laughed, bumping her arm against the Seeker’s fondly. For a moment she thought she saw a light flush on her cheeks, but that had to be because of the weather. Armor could get hot, and humidity did nothing to lower the heat of Crestwood. The silence dragged between the two of them for a time, only filled with Varric and Solas’ arguing and the pattering of rain against the cobblestone path they walked along, and it was comfortable in a way that Elera only felt in Cassandra’s company.

Which should’ve been weird, considering when they first met Cassandra was holding her prisoner, but no one was perfect.

A familiar green hue flickered up ahead, and Elera tensed, reaching back and grabbing her staff from its holster on her back. Her companions did the same at once, their eyes to Elera for the okay. They had a routine: she would aim her mark at the Rift to drain its power and weaken the demons that came from it while the others attacked them, join them while the demons were down until the Rift reaches full power again, rinse and repeat. It was only a matter of getting close enough to start the process, and Elera muffled the sound of her footsteps as she inched closer.

The mark flared as it usually did around a Rift, but rather than tingling it felt ready to burst, and she shoved her hand at the Rift to close it. The mark burned as it sucked the power out of the Rift, and Elera let out a scream, clutching her forearm and dropping her staff—a critical mistake. The demons were going after her at once, but her companions made swift work of the majority of them. Cassandra used her shield to block the ice beam a despair demon shot her way, glancing at Elera as she cast a barrier around them both.

“Are you alright?” Cassandra asked, though it was more of a shout so she could be heard above the demons’ shrieks. Elera nodded quickly and brought herself to her feet, grabbing her staff and casting a bolt of lightening toward the despair demon.

“I’ll be okay,” she responded. “Go help the others. I’ll be alright here.”

Cassandra seemed hesitant but conceded a moment later, nodding and running toward the pride demon trying to attack Varric. Sweat was on Elera’s brow, and she wiped at it before continuing with their routine. Fire, attack, weaken the Rift, repeat. It was elementary at this point, but each time she weakened the Rift she nearly collapsed again. Even while fighting her companions kept sending her worried looks, but Elera just downed a health potion and continued her onslaught until the Rift was weakened enough to close. Her knees were weak and her breathing was heavy, but she shoved her hand at the Rift anyway to close it; somehow, it hurt worse than just draining it did. She tried to swallow back a scream but ultimately failed, sounding more strangled because of her effort and feeling as though her arm was about to fall off.

If this was death, she’d gladly take it, though she’d miss seeing Cassandra every morning. A small price to pay for relief from this.

When the Rift closed she fell to her knees, arms wrapping around her to keep her from falling any further. Elera looked up and saw worry in Cassandra’s eyes, said eyes flickering between Elera’s face and her left hand. So much for a secret, she mused internally.

“Are you alright?” Cassandra asked, and Elera laughed painfully.

“No, not really,” she admitted truthfully before passing out, the last thing she heard being Cassandra ordering Solas to look her over for injuries.

***

Elera woke Maker knew how long later in an Inquisition camp, the red tent ceiling instead of her scrappy brown travel tent giving it away. She was in her night clothes and covered by what felt like two blankets, both pulled up to her chin and still managing to cover her short figure. It could’ve been a normal stop at camp, truthfully, but then she remembered the Rift and winced. That was certainly a way to reveal how much pain she’d been in since Haven, and not the way she’d intended by far, but what was done was done. She groaned and tried to sit up, but a hand on her shoulder stopped her.

Cassandra.

Elera winced and lay back down, staring up at the other woman uncertainly. The contemplative look on Cassandra’s face could mean anything, she’d come to learn over the past year, so she had no idea what to expect. It didn’t seem like she was inclined to speak, though, so Elera wet her lips and asked,

“How long have I been asleep?”

“About half a day,” Cassandra responded. Elera’s mind froze.

“Did you say half a day? Seriously?”

The Seeker raised an eyebrow. “Would I lie to you?”

She winced and sighed. The unlike you went unsaid but was certainly understood. “I’m just surprised. I haven’t slept that long in… in a while.”

“Because of your mark?”

“Yes, because of my mark.”

“Why didn’t you tell me it troubles you?” Cassandra asked, looking genuinely hurt. Elera’s heart broke; she hadn’t wanted to hurt Cassandra. “We could have gotten you proper help if we had known you suffered.”

“I didn’t want to worry any of you,” she admitted quietly. “I’ve dealt with pain before. It hurt like this back at Haven, and I couldn’t stand the pitying looks everyone gave me, Cassandra. I don’t want pity. I can’t stand it.”

“I believe you mix pity with concern,” Cassandra said slowly, pulling the blankets back from Elera and lifting up her left hand. Elera tensed, ready for pain to flare up, but was surprised to feel nothing but vague pins and needles along her arm. When she sat up that time Cassandra didn’t stop her, instead using her finger to trace the veiny branches that emerged from the mark to just above her wrist. She watched silently as she did so, uncertain of what to make of the situation. “I too often find myself mistaking concern for pity,” she continued, eyes flickering up to meet Elera’s own. “As a Seeker, we are meant to withstand enormous pain without flinching to do what needs to be done. As a Pentaghast, I am expected of the same for far less noble intentions. During my time with the Inquisition, I have taken a great deal of hits that led me to sustain serious injuries. Did you pity me while I was in pain?”

“No,” Elera said quickly, eyes widening. “I thought about dragging you by the ear to lay down and rest though.”

Cassandra chuckled and nodded. “I suspected as much. Tell me, then, why you would believe we would pity you, when you obviously do not pity us while we are in pain?”

“I—” She hesitated, looking away and rubbing her neck with her free hand. “I don’t know. In the Circle, when someone was ill or in pain we hid it in case a Templar saw and used our weakness as an excuse for punishment: Tranquility, because we couldn’t fight back, isolation under the guise of keeping disease from others, sometimes worse just because they could.”

“That is repulsive.”

“That was reality,” she countered, frowning. “I know you and Cullen wanted me to side with the Templars while closing the Breach, but between what was happening in Redcliffe and my experiences in a Circle personally, how could I not support the mages? Maker, I couldn’t show it, but when I heard Kirkwall’s Chantry went in flames and the Gallows were destroyed by the infighting I was ecstatic. Would Andraste and the Maker want a world like this?”

It was Cassandra’s turn to frown, and they both watched each other for a moment, neither trying to make the first move. Elera could slowly accept that she saw concern, not pity, but if the mark brought enough pain to knock her unconscious, what good was she as Inquisitor? She swallowed thickly and closed her eyes.

“So—”

“Elera—”

They both chuckled a bit awkwardly, and Elera nodded. “You first.”

Cassandra nodded and gripped Elera’s marked hand loosely in both of hers, her eyes intense as she looked at her. “I wish you had told me. I have… I have come to care for you a great deal since we founded the Inquisition, and seeing you collapse on the battlefield not from an enemy, but from this mark, terrified me.” She paused. “I do not want to see you come to harm, and if your pain is more chronic than temporary I wish to help you however I can.”

“Seeing you every morning helps me,” she murmured, blushing when Cassandra grinned. Slowly, as if she could scare Elera away with any sudden moves (which was possible, given her history), the Seeker brought the hand she held up to her lips and brushed them across her knuckles, her cheeks a deep crimson red.

“Is that why I’ve seen you run into walls while looking my way?” Cassandra teased, and Elera giggled to hide (or show) her embarrassment, nodding and leaning closer to the other woman.

“Perhaps.” Elera steeled her resolve and took a deep breath as she said, “Cassandra, I’ve come to care for you deeply as well. If I may, could I take you to lunch or dinner sometime? Just the two of us? There’s this little restaurant in Val Royeaux I’d love to try with you.”

“I would like that.”

The tent flap opened to the two of them grinning like idiots at one another, and Elera didn’t even mind when she heard Varric laugh at them. “You two finally got over yourselves, huh? Good for you. Hey Chuckles, she’s awake.”

She vaguely heard Solas explain how he’d cut off the majority of the pain she felt through the Fade and agreed to seeing him every few days to keep the mark from spreading any more than it already had, her mind more focused on the fact that she had a date with Cassandra.

Surgeon Rein would be delighted to be able to say ‘I told you so’. Elera couldn’t find it in herself to mind.

#dragon age inquisition #dai #dragon age fanfic #da fanfic #dai fanfic #my fics #dapromptexchange #cassandra pentaghast #cassandra x inquisitor #cassandra x female inquisitor #cassandra x female trevelyan #bi cassandra #lesbian cassandra #r: cassandra pentaghast x elera trevelyan #cassandra x female mage inquisitor #cassandra x mage #varric tethras #solas

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anneapocalypse · 1 year

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Anne's Dragon Age Femslash!

Happy Femslash February! Have a list of all the F/F fics I've written for Dragon Age so far. Listed from shortest to longest. Ratings are noted here; please check AO3 tags for full list of warnings/content notes.

Herald's Rest. Female Trevelyan/Sera, 370 words, rated M. The Inquisitor finds a respite.

In Darkness Enveloped. Cassandra/Leliana, 1800 words, rated E. The Conclave is destroyed. The Divine is dead. The Left Hand and Right Hand are at odds, and at loose ends. It's the worst of times. It's certainly the worst possible time for this.

What We Can Do Together. Shianni/Briala, 2000 words, rated T. Briala has never called her away from Denerim before, so Shianni can only assume this is important.

Gifts of the Hunt. Female Mahariel/Morrigan, 13000 words, rated M. Lyna Mahariel follows Morrigan through the eluvian, leaving behind her life with the Wardens and with her Dalish clan. With only each other, Morrigan's child, and the magic of a long-forgotten past, what kind of future will the two of them have together?

No Woman Rules Alone. Anora Mac Tir/Female Tabris, 34000 words, rated E. Warden Tabris convinced Anora and Alistair to marry for the good of Ferelden, to unite the lands against the darkspawn. They have settled into a functional partnership and even friendship, but there is no love between them and they both know it. Over time, Anora finds that it is the Warden-Commander and Arl of Amaranthine who has won not only her respect, but her heart.

#annefiction #dragon age femslash #femslash february #dragon age fic #sera x female trevelyan #cassandra x leliana #briala x shianni #morrigan x female mahariel #anora x female tabris #sera x female inquisitor #morrigan x female warden #anora x female warden #dragon age #i probably will not be posting anything new this month as i am deep in a longfic #but it IS an f/f longfic!

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coryfirelion · 1 year

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Trev had an idea.

It was awesome.

Modern AU Cass and Trev by @natsora and the whole idea for this here!

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #my art #cassandra pentaghast/female inquisitor #cassandra pentaghast x female inquisitor #cassandra pentaghast #oc: lexington trevelyan #in the background but still there #sword #i'm a simp

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magicalicefairy · 3 years

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𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕠𝕟 𝔸𝕘𝕖: Ｉｎｑｕｉｓｔｉｏｎ ♡ Elizabeth Trevelyan ♛ ∞

#Elizabeth Trevelyan #dragon age #dragon age oc #dragon age inquisition #dai #dai oc #cullen romance #cullen rutherford #cullen rutherford x trevelyan #cullen x female inquisitor #cullen x trevelyan #cassandra pentaghast #solas

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natsora · 10 months

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Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Female Inquisitor/Cassandra Pentaghast Characters: Cassandra Pentaghast, Female Inquisitor (Dragon Age), Female Trevelyan (Dragon Age), Trevelyan Family (Dragon Age) Additional Tags: Whump, Hurt/Comfort, ace inquisitor, Angst, Heavy Angst, Trevelyan Siblings, Ace main character, Major Character Injury, Healing, Recovery Series: Part 11 of The Sword and The Scabbard Summary:

Skyhold welcomes the King of Ferelden and the Empress of Orlais. As Trev plays host to nobles, her brothers make an unexpected appearance. Bann Trevelyan, her oldest brother, has made her a match to the Prince of Starkhaven. As Trev struggles between family and being Inquisitor, the long hand of Corypheus has reached Skyhold. And nobody is safe.

#Dragon age #cassandra pentaghast #Cassandra/Female Inquisitor #Cassandra x Female Inquisitor #f!Inquisitor #F!Trevelyan #OC: Lexington Trevelyan

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magnimoon · 2 years

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Chapter 7: The Herald is born (Cullen x F!Trevelyan fic)

“She did it, she came to save us! We saw her! She was helped by Andraste!” Everyone was now praising Bryony as the new chosen one.

One day had passed, and everyone was already proclaiming her the Herald of Andraste. Some were skeptic of this new title, such as Roderick and many people inside the Chantry; others, like the mages, saw a beam of hope within Bryony. A mage being the chosen one was certainly a good image for them.

Some of them were more intrigued in the benefits they could get from the Trevelyan. Leliana, Cassandra and Josephine were among these people. An idol such as Bryony could bring morale and a good image for the Inquisition, as well as help from a noble family.

Only two people were truly worried about her wellbeing. Varric shamelessly told many that he was hoping on getting material for his new book from this adventure. He even admitted on already thinking for the title. All of that was a huge lie. The dwarf was a little too concerned for what was departed for this person, he has already accompanied someone who had to endured the burden of being an icon. Being the Champion was one thing, but the ‘Herald of Andraste’ was on a whole different level.

And, of course, the second one was the Commander. The first day he tried to avoid Bryony’s place due to the exhilarating experience he had while carrying her. The second day he would glance towards her window. He couldn’t see her; it was mostly watching Solas and the alchemist discussing and analyzing the mage’s current state. The third day, he approached Adan as a way to know about her situation, everyone was getting a bit worried that she wasn’t waking up.

“What if she doesn’t wake up in two more days? Shall I arrange an assortment of food in case she desperately needs it?” Asked Josephine to the other advisors and Cassandra.

“It would be wise. We are already in the fifth day and she is still sleeping.” Answered Cassandra while trying to hide the fact that she was also distressed.

“We don’t know if she will wake up today, that food could be used for our new recruits. It would be better to order food each day and, in case she doesn’t wake up, give it as rations.” The Commander added his comment.

He was definitely worried about Briony, but his soldiers were a priority as well. At least with this movement he could secure rations for the Inquisition, and leaving a safe meal for the Herald when she wakes up.

“Then it’s settled,” Leliana added, everyone looked pleased with the suggestion, “in the meantime, we should focus in looking for our leader. We still have no notice about the Champion’s whereabouts, nor Br- the Hero of Ferelden.” She almost slipped by Briar’s name, as if they were still friends chasing down darkspawn and royal tyrants. “I’ll let you know if I find someone suitable for the task.”

“Good. I’ll continue training then.” Cassandra cut off the meeting and exited the war room. She looked rather displeased with the situation, probably because they were achieving nothing and they already lost many things in the span of almost a week.

“Then I shall arrange the food I suggested, if you’ll excuse me.” Josephine existed the room as fast as she could as well, although her mind was more focused on working.

Stressed or desperate would be fitting words for the situation. They needed support in order to be an organization that can achieve changes in the world, not just some random team that wants to fight for the sake of fighting and seeing if the dirt is moved. The Chantry was completely angry at them due to the “Herald of Andraste”. A blasphemous icon, heresy or even a pagan cult were some of the minor accusations they were receiving. And that’s without mentioning the fact that Bryony is a mage. Could’ve been worse, the Chantry would’ve lost their mind had the Herald been an elf… or a qunari.

The funniest thing is that the so-called Herald was sleeping in a cabin not so far from the War Room. The title itself was created three days ago thanks to some of the soldiers, a few templars and definitely a lot of mages.

“Then, if there is no need for me, I will continue training the recruits. Should I check on the Herald while I go there?” Cullen asked a bit nervous since he knew that action was completely unnecessary. Leliana could ask some of her agents to check on Bryony, yet the ex-templar was looking for an excuse to see the mage.

Leliana smirked a little. “I don’t think that would hurt anyone, if there is any change, please let me know,” she added while looking at him with the most mischievous look, “although, I believe the most interested in her condition would be none other than our Commander.” She added with a little bit of tease.

“I-I don’t… I mean… is not that way. I’m just worried about the… morale.” Cullen was failing so hard in keeping a calm face. He couldn’t see it, but his cheeks turned red up to his ears. Leliana didn’t show any changes in her face.

“I know, I’m just teasing.” She laughed a bit, she definitely enjoyed seeing Cullen’s blushed face. When he turned his back on her as he exited the room, Leliana’s face changed completely. There was an amused glare right there.

If anything, Leliana was intrigued with the situation. Could it be love at first sight? Didn’t expect that she thought while analyzing the situation since there was no harm in falling in love in middle of the battlefield. In a way, he reminded her of the time she was completely in love with Briar, sadly the Warden’s heart already belongs to Alistair. I just hope he doesn’t get hurt. After all, while Leliana is perceiving some feelings from the ex-templar’s side, Bryony’s feelings are not yet known.

As the Commander exited the room, he saw the Seeker going back, accompanied by her favorite Chantry fellow, Roderick. Cassandra managed to see Cullen before letting him know only with her eyes that she was at the brink of murdering the closest living being. With those exchanged looks, he managed to do a courtesy bow and went to his room instead. He planned on training his soldiers, as well as checking on Bryony; but due to Leliana’s comment he was being a little paranoid on whether everybody knew or had an idea about his naïve feelings. Alas, he only sat on his bed, thinking of what to make from the situation.

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“Do you think she will join us?” Asked Josephine with a bit of tension in her voice, she didn’t want for Cullen to see her anxiety… but she was gripping her board very violently.

“Well… I don’t want to sound pessimistic for Trevelyan. But the Herald has little choice in the matter. After all, she is speaking with Leliana and Cassandra, they will do their best to convince her.” Cullen answered while looking at the door, so that he could act as if Josephine’s nervousness is undetected.

“That is true,” Josephine exhaled in relief after answering; the crunching sound of the board stopped. “Can you believe it? The moment she woke up, everyone got into position only to greet her as if she was a holy icon. I mean, she could be at this point.”

When Cullen entered his room, he stood there more time than he thought. A part due to what Leliana said, and the other due to the lyrium withdrawal. This time it was almost his fault he went so deep into his dark thoughts. Cullen never considered himself falling in love again due to what happened in Kirkwall. It almost seemed unfitting or inadequate for him to receive such blessing. Do I deserve to be happy? There are better things to do right now, he said to himself. Not to mention that he has barely met her, definitely too soon for that kind of thinking or feelings.

Thankfully he was shaken off from his demeaning logic when Josephine entered the room. She told him about the Herald waking up not long ago. Cullen took a small glance into the corridor; he saw many Chantry sisters exiting the building only to greet the Herald. Both of them waited patiently, taking a small peek from time to time only to verify that Bryony was heading towards the War Room.

Bryony seemed to be a more rational woman, compared to Roderick; the bickering the Chantry brother was having with the Spymaster and the Seeker cooled down when he exited the place and the three ladies had the room for themselves. Neither Cullen nor Josephine could hear what was going on.

The negotiation didn’t last very long and it was as they were expecting: Bryony joined the Inquisition. Now officially as the Inquisition, Cassandra made the final decision of making publicly the inauguration of said title for their organization. What began as a group of people joined due to the Mage/Templar War was now a full-fledged group dedicated on closing the Breach.

Everyone did they part on making the official announcement in every corner of Ferelden and Orlais, especially Leliana with her crows. And finally, the Ambassador, Spymaster, Commander and now Herald of Andraste stood in front of everyone, waiting for the arrival of their Seeker so that the official banner of the Inquisition was unfurled in Haven.

Cullen couldn’t avoid looking at Bryony, it was hard not to when she was at his left side. He saw no fear nor regrets on her. She may seem uncomfortable due to the way everyone looked up to her now, however there was more determination in her eyes than any other feeling, just as the rest of the group. It is worth mentioning that another reason for his glances is that Bryony herself was also gazing from time to time at the Commander.

He couldn’t understand why, maybe she was still unsure of her position, or she wanted to look one more time at her new team. Yet, the second time she glanced at Cullen, she ultimately smiled at him, maybe she noticed him. Whatever the reason, the Commander felt a heartwarming sensation. Maker, she looks beautiful every time she smiles.

After the official announcement, everyone scattered to their own assignments, the now Advisors were waiting for Bryony’s return to the War Room. After all they had a lot to discuss regarding any possible alliances. But, and thanks to Cullen’s suggestion, they allowed the mage to mingle in Haven for as long as she wanted before the heavy tasks. It was fair since she needed to get used to the new place. If she’ll be living there for who knows how much time, at least getting to know the main keep would help her.

For now, they were discussing which factions should they allied with in order to grow in power. Certainly, the Chantry was their number one priority… then there were the mages and templars. As much as they wanted both teams with them, due to the tensions in the previous years, it was a naïve optimism that it would happen. Didn’t help that Leliana was going full support for the mages, whereas Cullen threw back in his templar side. Josephine was keeping them at bay, perhaps Cassandra or Bryony could resolve this matter.

For Josephine’s favor, both ladies entered the meeting earlier than expected and suddenly everyone was behaving as civilized human beings. Leliana did notice that Cullen was the first one to look at the present mage, with a smile no less.

“You’ve met Commander Cullen, leader of the Inquisition Forces.” Cassandra added in her normal tone.

“It was only for a moment on the field. I’m pleased you survived.” It was impossible for Cullen not to smile at this, not when he was looking at her. Bryony on her side also smiled back. It wasn’t a normal smile, more like a smirk. She definitely has a bit of a smug side, he noted that in their first encounter.

Cassandra continued with the introductions of both Josephine and Leliana. None of them were tactfully in the meeting with the new recruit and went straight to the point: they needed power. Power as an organization, power to close the Breach, power to do anything in general. But in terms of power, they needed something more literal. Leliana and Cullen resumed their bickering on whom to ally with in order to close the Breach.

The Spymaster had the upper hand in the discussion. The Breach was clearly a product of a spell gone wrong, it includes the fact that, as a whole, is a tear between the material world and the Fade. That place, which everyone knows about, is another realm in which all the magic comes from. So, it was clearly logical that people who knew how to sense, mold and transform magic were adept for the task.

It was a regretful case that the Commander wasn’t convinced of this idea. “And I still disagree. The templars could serve just as well.” He interrupted with a tired tone after having to resume this topic.

Even Cassandra supported the idea of the mages, she, being a Seeker. It meant that there was some truth in those words, mages are the most capable ones. “We need power, Commander, enough magic poured into that mark…” she sighed, even though Cassandra wasn’t in the previous argument, it was a debate that has been present for weeks. The tiredness of going nowhere was getting into the four of them.

“Might destroy us all. Templars could suppress the Breach, weaken it so…” Cullen interrupted again.

“Pure speculation.” Then Leliana, again. Bryony raised her scarred eyebrow as she assimilated the situation and why no decision was made.

“I was a templar. I know what they’re capable of.” Said Cullen with a soft, yet somber tone as he remembered with grief the training and trauma that every soldier suffered. He wasn’t wrong; while mages are trained to control their inner magic, templars had to endured and outside source of power in order to counterattack any malevolent spell. Many consider their abilities as magic itself since it’s not common for a human being able to dispel, drain, resist magic and even produce spirit damage. Just as mages were capable to deal with the Breach, so were the templars.

“Is everything alright, Herald?” Josephine interrupted while the fire of the discussion was getting off hand. She approached Bryony while trying to check her condition.

True to be told, after Cullen finished talking, there was a slight twitch and squeal that came from Bryony’s hands and mouth respectively. The other three turned their heads to see both the Herald and Ambassador. Josephine was right, their new guest seemed a bit pale in comparison to some minutes ago.

“No, no, everything’s fine. I’m just… analyzing the information,” she said while bringing her hand to her chin as to mimic a thinking position. But now she was avoiding Cullen’s gaze, “probably it’s because I barely woke up a minutes ago, nothing to be alarmed.” She reassured Josephine, there was a nervous tone in her voice.

The Ambassador returned to her place and thanks to that small pause everybody regained their composure. She took advantage of the silence to clarify that both groups were unapproachable at the moment since the Chantry as declared that the Inquisition is something to fear since there is evil in their ranks. And by evil they meant Bryony.

With this Bryony received the notice of her new title, the ‘Herald of Andraste’. The confusion within her was visible for anyone. She was grasping the whole idea of having Andraste by her side when she exited the Fade.

“It’s quite the title, isn’t it? How do you feel about that?” Cullen asked with his usual bright attitude, or at least he was trying to regain his old demeanor before the incidents. Bryony was taken by surprise and had to look eye to eye at Cullen.

“It’s… a little unsettling.” She answered while stumbling a little bit with her words. Bryony was still confused by the whole situation. But at least that she answered his question soothed Cullen a bit. He thought that maybe, by revealing that he was a templar, she became uncomfortable with his presence, maybe she had her own share of trauma with one of them.

“I’m sure the Chantry would agree.” He laughed at her answer in a good manner, since the whole situation was a bit ironic. That laugh also made the Herald smirk a little bit.

Accepting this new title was something Bryony was having issues with, she’s clearly unable to separate her feelings from her expressions. Not to mention that all of the advisors had tasked her with something special: getting the assistance from Mother Gisselle, expanding the Inquisition’s influence and gathering agents. Certainly Bryony was getting her hands busy for a long time.

With that, the meeting ended and everyone returned to their assignments. Bryony was clearly overwhelmed by the situation; Josephine swore that she was expelling fumes from her head due to the amount of information and tasks thrown at her.

Bryony and Cassandra were the first ones to exit the place, followed by Cullen. Josephine was going to her room, but was stopped by Leliana. Cullen didn’t want to spy on them, but he heard Leliana mentioning something about “the bets from old days”, whatever that meant. He decided that it was for the better not prying into that matter.

So, at the end of all, there was Cullen, in the same spot he was the previous days. As always, he was securing the training for the new ones, occasionally checking on Cassandra, more specifically that she still had training dummies to smash on. Everything was normal, clearly normal. Certainly there were no other feelings mixed in between.

When he was in the War Room with the rest of the team, Cullen was completely focused, no ill-infatuations conflicting with the mission. He was glad that everything was a misunderstanding from his own mind, and, from what he saw, the Herald wasn’t interested in him. It hurt him a little that last fact, but he could live with that.

That thought lasted at least… ten minutes at best. Then the Herald approached him for talking. He was focused on his job; both were surrounded by the clashing sound of many swords and the ground being stomped. He crossed him arms when she approached him, ready to have a professional talk between two comrades, only two comrades and nothing more. Even if his comrade was a tall, lovely woman that could punch demons if she needed to.

Maker, he is not prepared for what’s about to come for him.

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This took longer to write, I've been distracted lately (watching the Sonic movie and replaying DAO again because why note)

I've been thinking on writing prompts, but I'm still not sure, what do you think guys? I'm open to suggestions (and feel free to comment about any of the existent chapters ;v;

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