Title: Points of No Return
Fandom: Dragon Age
Rating: Explicit
Pairings: Fem!Lavallen/Solas, Fem!Lavallen/Cullen, Dorian/Iron Bull (background), Krem/Maryden (background), Sera/Dagna (background)
Characters: Ellana Lavellan, Solas, Cullen Rutherford, Zevran Arainai, Dorian Pavus, most of the DAI ensemble
Tags: Trespasser, Dragon Age Inquisition, canon compliant, Depression, Drinking, smut, het smut, pregnancy, morning sickness, baby, Inquisitor POV, child POV, angst, angst with a happy ending, canonical amputation
Notes: I started this fic like 3 years ago after romancing the egg and having my heart broken the first time. Just finished it a couple of days ago and wanted to share my pain lol
A hearty thank you to @imbiowaresbitch for writing the het smut scene in this fic, even if you don’t remember doing it lol. Extra thanks to Adalina for beta-reading for me!
Summary: Nearly two years after Solas' sudden departure, Ellana Lavellan is still dealing with the loss. Everything gets more complicated after a very vivid dream, and the news that Divine Victoria is hosting a meeting to discuss the fate of the Inquisition.
Read it on AO3:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/44116890/chapters/110932275
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Time will again be the joy
“Herald’s too bloody nice.”
“Listen, buttercup, some people just are like that. Nice.”
“It’s suspicious.”
“Hey, I’m nice too. Am I suspicious?”
Cullen doesn’t mean to stop. He certainly has no interest in eavesdropping on people. Still, he finds himself slowing down. Varric’s voice he of course recognizes – even when he might wish he didn’t – and the female voice can only be Sera.
“Oh, you’re not nice nice,” she says with a laugh. “I bet you can be a real cunt when you need to. But the Herald? Nu-uh.”
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Or: I meant to write that Dorian/Bull fic and then this offshoot happened, so y'all get a prologue that has very little to do with the actual fic.
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wip whenever
so occasionally i get a whim about Cullen and Nyxxie. This one is post In Hushed Whispers:
“If you expected me to free them from slavery only to lead them back to it, then your god chose the wrong emissary, Commander.” She fisted her fingers around the glimmer of the Mark.
Cullen blinked, “That is not…Seeker, I would have expected…” He turned to Cassandra, who sighed.
“While I do not approve the decision, Commander, I support it.”
The Tevinter mage who had aided the Herald interrupted them, then, barging into their midst with a glib comment and Cullen found himself with no choice but to accept the situation as it unfolded. He glanced at Nyx and then turned his head fully towards her.
The Dalish had relaxed very slowly but before she left for Redcliffe she had been almost at ease in the company. She had smiled and tossed a joke or two, when called for. She had been curious. She had been...friendly.
And she had, of late, used their given names. The titles had become for use only in formal counsel.
Her armor was damaged; actually rent in several places with dark stains marring the torn green leather. The angles of her face looked sharper. Her voice was rough as if she’d been speaking too long, too loudly. Even her ears looked tired, the long elegant points drooped instead of lying neatly against the side of her head.
And her responses were cool, lacking the warmth that he’d become accustomed to hearing. Her mouth was tight, her eyes were narrowed and she was again standing half in shadows, just slightly out of reach. As if her trust of them, carefully earned, was gone.
That hadn’t been what he’d seen when she first rejoined them. She’d stared at all of them, relief and something more vital in her bright eyes. She’d reached out to Leliana and grasped her forearm to shake and her eyes had raked him as if looking for wounds, damage.
Despite the fact that it had been she who had walked out of the future, bloodied and exhausted.
But…then she’d heard him speaking of the deal she’d made. And the stoic, silent, distant Dalish hunter- the Lavellan he’d not seen in their company in the last month- had reappeared.
He waited for her to offer a place to the Tevinter, a trace of warmth in her words and a half-smile and then asked her to join them in the council room. She flicked a sharp glance in his direction and nodded abruptly.
“Ah…Herald...Mistress Lavellan, I …”
“You needn’t worry, Commander.” It might be exhaustion that had flattened the charming lilt of her voice. But her face was still; all the animation he’d grown accustomed to gone as if she’d never laughed at his poor jokes.
“I’m..sorry?”
“I’ll come when called, won’t forget my place again.” She was staring past his shoulder. “After all, that’s all I am. A tool to close the breach?” She turned away from him and strode up the hill towards her cabin.
Cullen stared after her. “Blast.”
“She was looking for someone. While we were in the future. She didn’t find them fortunately but she kept looking as if she was afraid of what she’d find.”
“Is that so?” He eyed the Tevinter who had returned with her.
“She wouldn’t be so angry if she hadn’t cared enough to be disappointed.” He drawled his advice with a barely concealed chuckle.
“And you have a suggestion?”
The mage shrugged,“Don’t disappoint her again? She seems worth some effort.”
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