#dragon age inquisition x reader

[ma1dmer]

Dragon Age - Cremisius "Krem" Aclassi NSFW

showing off my boyfriend!!!!

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): he fusses over you and doesn't take no for an answer, no nos, no buts, you are sitting there and he is taking care of you, he especially loves taking baths with you, he uses the excuse that its simply cheaper and faster for you to do it at the same time

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): he loves his arms, he's worked hard to get at the point he is with his strength, so he takes every opportunity to show off, for example subtly flexing when you touch him. on you he loves your thighs, no need to explain this, the thicker the better, this man is captain of the if i die, i die a happy man club when it comes to face sitting

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person): loves the taste of you and also loves tasting himself on your lips, he won't say it out loud, even with his filthy teasing there is a point he gets shy, but the way he shudders when you come up from between his legs and kiss him fiercely, his tongue searching your mouth as he deepens the kiss further speaks volume, the messier the better

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): he is quite a perv, he enjoys catching a glimpse of your panties here and there when you are wearing a skirt, or subtly looking down your shirt when you bend over in a loose blouse, he also has "borrowed" at least one pair of your underwear as a keepsake

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): few hooks up here few there, in his past life searching for a place and a way to belong, and then later once he found himself, he is confident enough to know what he is doing and it shows, he is very attentive to your every need

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual): loves the simpler "vanilla" ones, cuddling you as he thrusts into you languidly, his fingers toying with your nipples ,or throwing your legs over his arms and leaning down to trap you between him and the bed, but he also won't pass any opportunity to show you his strength, holding you up against his chest and bouncing you on his cock

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): he wants you to feel comfortable there is no point in sex if you two can't laugh, he does also enjoy some gentle play fighting

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): keeps himself relatively natural, might trim every so often, especially the first few times you met up, but after that he enjoys things being natural

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): not especially romantic but he can be very sweet in the moment

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): he mostly does it when he really really needs to destress or sleep, otherwise he'd rather have you there to help him out, with your fingers or your mouth and he is more than happy to return the favour

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): roleplay, clothed sex, breeding etc

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do): he's thought of several places he'd like to have you, but at the end of the day, anywhere you two won't get caught is fine

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): he likes a good game of chase, even after you get together he likes when you two play the roles of meeting up for the first time, let him flirt with you in some bar ,buy you a drink and woo you before he beds you, its cheesy and cute, he might throw in a line about some other guy bothering you and him sweeping in to save you if he wants to see you laugh

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): actually hurt you, he'd feel like he's breaking your trust, the second you utter any sort of sound of displeasure he is off you, you need to have a long long conversation and safe words in place if you want something like that

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): loves the image of you on your knees for him, but more than that he enjoys you coming undone cause of him, he'll prop your hips up with some kind of pillow and dive in, using his fingers and tongue, he knows what he is doing and won't be satisfied until your thighs are trembling around his head

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.): it depends, he always tries to keep a semblance of control to what he does but things always escalate, when he takes you slowly with his fingers he'll bite into your shoulder suddenly to have you clench around them ,or when he uses his mouth he'll pause all together and wait for you to get yourself off against his tongue

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): he loves them, but he loses track of time so easily

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): nothing dangerous that will get you in trouble or worse hurt you

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): he is relentless and stubborn and he's not backing away until you are writhing

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): he knows toys are not his enemy, encourages you to bring them out ,let him use them to help you get off

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): pretty straight forward on things usually but he does have his moments, definitely smugly throws out a, what can't handle this ,while raising an eyebrow at you

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): he is actually quite talkative once he gets going, whispering sweet praise and filth in your ears and sighing out your name like a prayer

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): i think he is a switch, he mainly tops, but i do think with the right person he'd love to let go and have them just order him around a bit, he'd grin and be cheeky about it but follow every order to the tea

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): we already know he is suspicious of any body altering magic

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): he has a relatively average sex drive, nothing extreme but once he gets his mind to it you can feel him staring at you from afar, waiting for you to look back at him to steal you away

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): he is a light sleeper but being on the road so often he's trained himself to fall asleep quickly so he gets as much rest as possible, he snores even though he'll deny the accusations , he snores

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[snugglebug-mj-blog]

(VIDEO ISN'T MINE BELONGS TO RIGHTFUL OWNER! AND ALSO IK IT KRAMPUS BUT JUST IMAGINE)

When I was playing dragon age inquisition, I romanced The iron bull and it made me think this is what it's like for a human, elf, or a dwarf romancing Iron bulls big self 🤣

Getting slung all around on the bed

Also ik the game is old

#dragon age imagine #dragon age inquisition iron bull x reader #dragon age inquistion headcanons #the iron bull x reader #iron bull #iron bull x inquisitor #dwarf #elf #dragon age inquisition x reader #dragon age inquisition x yn #just imagine

[sxrensxngwrites]

The Inner Circle Crushing on Someone from a Different Background -- Part Two

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)

CULLEN:

Cullen’s family had many mouths to feed, but they never tried to make their kids feel like they were missing out on anything. However, as Cullen got older he began to realize how difficult it was for his parents. This led him to joining the Templars; working in the order was a very consistently paying job that gave him places to sleep, so he could very easily send money back to his family. Even after he leaves the Templars and joins the Inquisition, he finds himself double checking his finances out of habit. The Inquisition is tighter on money and resources in the beginning, so suddenly he’s back to watching every coin that comes into his possession.

Enter the object of his affection: a person who never had to worry about money ever before. They’re likely related to some nobility, whether it be from Ferelden or otherwise. Money had been a given, so they’re very quick to buy drinks for the whole Inner Circle or give out money to the villagers of Haven. Cullen admires their generosity, but it hurts him greatly to watch them treat their money with such irreverence. He wishes it didn’t bother him as much as it does. As Cullen begins to catch feelings, the formalities aren’t what trips up their relationship. In fact, they have little to no meaning after a month or so of knowing each other. 

However, now that they’re a full member of the Inquisition and the strains of the job are becoming more apparent, money is becoming an issue. Their family isn’t exactly pleased that they’ve spent family money on the ragtag Inquisition–it being seen as sacrilege at that point. So, their family cuts them off, forcing them to learn how to spend their resources wisely. As sad as it is for them (and disappointing for the Inquisition to be losing such an important donor), Cullen is somewhat relieved. Now he doesn’t have to watch them throw away their money as if it has no value.

They come together over it actually, Cullen giving sound advice on rationing their money and picking up jobs to help around Haven. Although it frustrated him initially, he finds their eagerness to learn rather endearing. They spend regular time together, Cullen teaching what he’s picked up about finances and them telling stories of their upbringing. They begin to understand one another better, and Cullen is sure that he’s smitten. Eventually–when money and war isn’t the primary focus of either of their lives–they decide to stay together after the Breach has been dealt with and pool their remaining savings together. 

DORIAN:

Growing up as a son of a Tevinter Magister, Dorian had quite a lot of resources at his beck and call. However, he never let that deter his outlook on other people. There might be some disagreements here and there, but Dorian never let it dictate who he kept in his company–especially after he left Tevinter for Ferelden and Orlais.

Most everyone in Dorian’s early life was a mage, so it wasn’t unsurprising to him that he would be attracted to a mage when he ran away further south. However, his new romantic interest was unlike any Tevinter Mage. After the fall of many of the Ferelden circles, it was only natural that they’d be deemed an apostate. They had to travel light, but it wasn’t like they ever had much to their name to begin with. That had been taken away before they even made it to the Circle. 

Dorian, while he doesn’t hide his standing, also doesn’t wave it in his peers’ faces to make them feel less than. His companion, on the other hand, is still afraid of announcing their mage status in the post-circle world of Ferelden. Upon their meeting, however, the two connect over their different relationships with magic. They share anecdotes, stories, and theories, ultimately bonding over a shared academic interest. Dorian sees them as an equal from the beginning.

Everything goes swimmingly until it becomes apparent how much sway Dorian’s family has in Tevinter. Still afraid of being found by any remaining Templars, his crush is cautious of any sort of fame. Even if it includes being involved with the son of a Tevinter Magister. It likely separates the two for a while, but then they each remember what brought them together in the first place: the possibilities of what could be in the future. Abandoning fear, the two rejoin together, seeking new avenues for each of them to progress their spheres of influences.

THE IRON BULL:

The Iron Bull was raised inside the Qun, following it up until it came in the way of him and The Chargers. Even then, it greatly influences how he interacts with others. For Bull, romantic and intimate relationships are a need to be fulfilled rather than a connection between people. 

Most cultures outside of the Qun think the opposite of intimacy: that it’s a special connection between people rather than a need to be fulfilled. Bull has met many people who think this way, but even then most of them are willing for their relationship to be short-lived. However, Bull meets a special someone that he has no intent of romancing: they’re a diplomatic bard in the court of Orlais with a soft spot for the romantic. 

They initially meet when the Bull’s Chargers are stationed in Orlais. Bull’s interest in them is initially surface level–a few interactions that will eventually fizzle out as he moves on to someone else. Little does he know, they’re very incapable of something as mild as a fling. So a friendship begins, Bull being filled in on all the Orlesian gossip by his new friend. A physical relationship might even begin, but Bull’s new “friend” is ever the romantic, and is severely disappointed when it doesn’t turn into a love to last all ages. When the Chargers are called away on business, they part ways. 

They’re reunited once again when Leliana and Josephine call an old friend to the Inquisition–and Bull is met with a broken heart he left back in Orlais. Of course, they’re very aware that the misunderstanding is their fault, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less. Over time, they learn to forgive Bull and see him as a friend. After everything is said and done, I believe Bull reframes the way he’s the world–now having chosen his friends over the Ben-Hassrath. Once he’s had some time to reassess who he really is and who he wants, he might let the romantic have another try.

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

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[randoimago]

Calling Just to Hear Their Voice

Fandom: Dragon Age

Character(s): Krem (Cremisius Aclassi)

Type of Request: Winter NPC Event Thingy

Note(s): I love Krem so much and I miss him as well. Here's hoping to get a crumb of Krem in Dreadwolf

He was whistling some tune to himself as he walked, something he heard playing in a tavern earlier that caught his ear. His whistling comes to a halt as he realizes that while he was walking and whistling, he subconsciously ended up walking over to where you were staying. He stood under the window and couldn't help a chuckle as he remembered reading some silly romance like this.

"Hey," he calls out your name as he tosses a small pebble up to lightly hit the window. He smiles when he watches it open and your head peeks out, a bit confused but not upset at seeing him there.

"Hey," you greet back with an amused smile. "You know you could've knocked on the door."

"Yeah, but I mostly just wanted to hear your voice," he replies, feeling the tips of his ears getting a tad pink, but he smiles as you seem to get flustered by his words too. He's glad that he's read all those cheesy stories now.

"So you came all this way to throw a rock at my window just to hear my voice?" You ask with amusement in your tone and Krem can't help feeling a bit amused himself.

"I guess I did."

"Well, I missed yours too." Krem smiles widely at your words. His voice was something he can be self conscious of time to time so he is happy to hear you missed it. Honestly, he would love nothing more than to just hang outside your window and talk up to you, but his neck is getting tired.

"I should get back before the big guy starts crying cause he misses me," he jokes and smiles at your smile. "I'll be back later with more rocks."

"I look forward to it, Krem."

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[peachienighttt]

Hello my beautiful friend!!

Welcome to my page!!

Here I will write for slashers and SOME video game characters!! Below you will find who I write for and what I'm not comfortable with writing!

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🩷Video games!🩷

Dragon age inquisition and dragon age 2!

GTA 5

Skyrim (such as kaidan)

Simon Riley

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🩷 Slashers!🩷

Michael Myers (I would love to for RZ! Micheal!)

Jason Voorhees

Freddy Krueger

Thomas Hewitt

Bubba

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What I will write!

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Im okay with slight NSFW but nothing too intense!

Fluff!!

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What I won't write!

As stated above I won't write intense NSFW a little is fine though!

No harm at all to the reader!!

As I wanna keep this page a light hearted side I won't do anything sad or hurtful!

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Okay! So with all this said I do hope you enjoy!!! Please feel free to send request!!! Have a wonderful day/night friend!!!🩷🩷

#michael myers x reader #jason voorhes x reader #freddy kruger x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #bubba x reader #dragon age inquisition x reader

[sapphicandserendipityy]

I hope the cullen simp community isnt dead

#cullen rutherford x reader #sapphicandserendipity #dragon age #dragon age inquisition x reader #dragon age inquisition

[samhelleborewrites]

Comforting Hands Dragon age Inquisition Cole x Hurt reader (TW Suicidal thoughts)

Looking out over the frozen lake, the cold stone kept me awake as I sat on the railing, my head leaning on my knee that I had placed on the railing the other swing off the edge. A small yawn left my mouth, small tremors of pain running up my arm and down into my body, the hole in the sky softly flashing. Tears in my eyes seem to freeze in place of the cold, but I just listened to the wind around me, feel it against my skin, my cheeks feel warm.

"Mind full, pain overwhelming but yet not, death on the mind but stays for those around. thread ready to snap trying to keep it strong."

"Hello, Cole."

"You hurt but I only felt it now. How? how can I just..."

"I hide, just like how you hide to help."

Hands grab hold of my hand, but I kept on looking at the view, when my eyes fell down. My mind wanders to what could be, hand takes hold of my face turning it to him. A pretty much expression less cole was now looking at me with a pleading expression. Softly smiling I ran my free hand over his cheek and up to push his hair out of his face. My hand fell back to his cheek, him leaning into the touch, pulling on my hand trying to get me off the railing and back inside. A deep sigh left my mouth, but followed the spirit inside. Only pausing at the doorway, giving the view behind me one last look, tears falling.

"Sorry."

He stepped closer to me, pressing his forehead against mine, rubbing his nose against mine, a silent sign of that it was fine. Letting my head fall to his shoulder, my own sobs being the only thing heard in the room. It seemed colder inside than it was outside, almost like there was no one to return to after a battle, a trip to help the Inquisition. Pulling back, my eyes trailed over Cole's face, biting my lip as it trembled, trying to hold back more tears.

"Afraid to lose, the be alone, to only see darkness. I won't leave you, I promise."

Pulling me close to him, he picked me up and walked over to the bed, laying me down joining me in bed. He pulled me into his chest, arms tightly around my body, face in my hair, my own in his neck. Soft words worked away the thoughts, hands turning over my back into my hair, lips pressed against my hairline. Words turned to hums, trying to make me join, a small broken chuckle left my throat. I did, joining his humming with my rough voice, blanked pulled to our shoulders, the room warmed up.

"Thank you so much, Cole."

"Always here, never leave, promise me."

"Always here, never leave."

As he hugged me, I pushed my face into his neck, a small laugh left me. Cole will always stay dear to my heart, please don't leave me, ever.

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[divine-donna]

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)

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.

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #cassandra pentaghast #dorian pavus #blackwall #iron bull #sera dragon age #cole dragon age #cullen rutherford #josephine montilyet #dragon age leliana #solas dragon age #varric tethras #vivienne de fer #x reader #male reader #female reader #gender neutral reader

[andraste-preserve-us]

Ok but putting a cloak on someone is so personal. The other person has to wrap it around you in almost a hug-like position, then readjust it on your shoulders so it sits right, then get in close to clasp it around your neck, and just imagining Cullen wrapping his cloak around you/your Inquisitor UGH

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[elfyelation]

I am on my hands and knees begging for headcanons of Dorian and Astarions (male) a/I being utterly shy and nervous around even the idea of sex, like, they stumble off the WORDING like a new baby fawn

dorian

the very moment he found out about your shyness around the subject he came to realise that he loves nothing more than to tease you and watch you squirm

all he has to do is say one dirty thing or even just mention the word 'sex' and you practically recoil, looking away from him as you stumble on your words with your cheeks flushing a deep shade of red

oh how he adores it

innocent kisses are about as much as he can get off you before you’re coming up with some excuse and running away before things can advance further

although it is reassuring to him to know that sex is not the only thing you want from him, as has been with many of his... tumbles in the past

he was sure you did want him though, even if you were too shy to admit it. how could any man resist him, after all?

you just weren’t ready, still far too shy to the thought, and he was okay with that

he would wait for as long as you needed and he’d certainly be there whenever you were ready to go just a little further

it seemed that baby steps were required with you but he could be patient

the teasing would not stop though, it was far too fun for him to forgo it

and when the time finally came when he was able to work you up to it, he adored you all the more for how you twisted and turned underneath him, trying to hide your flushed and embarrassed face under your arm or by pushing it down into your pillow

"i want to see you, amatus," he'd say as he turned your face towards him with a gentle hand, kissing you softly as if to remind you that you were safe with him and that there was nothing to be embarrassed about

astarion

like dorian, astarion would love to tease you

he’d bring something dirty up in almost every conversation with you just to watch you squirm

he had never seen anyone so shy about sex before

he certainly wasn’t and usually he’d have given up and moved on to someone else by now

but he wanted you

“come on baby boy, i know you want to” his voice would be low, sultry and full of desire

more than just teasing, he’d love to describe all the things he wanted to do to you in great detail

the rest of the party had scolded him time and time again after seeing how uncomfortable it made you

still, he wouldn’t stop

not until he had at least had a taste of you

the camp would be celebrating with a party by the time you would finally begin to buckle under his advances

a little too drunk for your own good

he’d sit beside you, handing you another pitcher of wine, your shoulders bumping together

whispers of sinful things would find their way into your ears as he trailed his fingers up and down your arm

if shadowheart hadn’t been watching with a close eye you were almost sure he would have had his way with you right then and there

instead, he settled for watching you fumble more than usual, face burning red at every foul description that fell from his lips until you finally passed out from the exhaustion of it all, head slumping against his shoulder as he smiled almost too fondly and carefully removed the pitcher from your hand before what was left of the wine could spill over you both

he would never give up though and the next morning when you woke up in his bed he was quick to tease and threaten you with how great of a time the two of you had had the night before

you only blushed and pulled the blankets up to hide your face in panic

oh how he loved this game

“don't worry your pretty little head. nothing happened between us last night, as much as i wish it had.”

your first time together would be a long time coming and he would savour every moment of it, drawing it out for hours until you could do nothing but cry out his name

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[demigoddessqueens]

*crashes into the room out of breath and a crazed look in my eyes*

“you are so difficult, i’m trying to tell you something!”

“tell me what? what could you possibly tell me that would change this?”

“i love you!”

Who were the first characters that came to mind for this prompt and how? I must know everything, I beseech you!

don’t hurt yourself nonnie!! 🤣

But I immediately saw this and it came down to an internal vote of Anders or Cullen!!!

The day seemed more frazzled than normal.

Talking to Iron Bull, meeting Josephine, breaking up whatever spat between Cassandra and—-

Or….wait! Was your meeting with Josephine today or tomorrow??

Noticing a letter that had King Alistair’s insignia on it, you felt your heart sink as you realized you were late for a meeting with him too.

Andraste preserve me, you thought as you snatched it and started to run for the door.

In your haste, you threw the door open and came to face the surprised face of Commander Cullen Rutherford. He seemed more nervous than usual? The slightest tinge of pink to his cheeks and under his eyes

“Inquisitor, you’re up early! Uhm, I—needed to speak with you—erm, about—.”

“Make it quick, Commander. I’m late for a meeting and who knows what else on this forsaken day!”

You hastily walked past him through the hall with the curly-haired man trailing behind you.

“Right, yes, as I was saying, I mean—-you and I, or rather I have started to—.”

There was a small sigh of frustration and the slightest eyeroll from you as he stumbled over his words.

Cullen could see the determined look on your face, no sign of listening on your part.

There was a deep sigh on Cullen’s end before he spoke.

“You are so difficult, I’m trying to tell you something.”

Throwing your hands up in exasperation, your voice was raised a few octaves.

“Tell me what, Cullen? What could you possibly tell me that would change this?”

You immediately regretted the biting tone in your voice as he flinched just the tiniest at your words.

“…I love you.”

It became so quiet in the hallways you swore a needle could drop.

Oh. Oh.

“Cullen, I—.”

“You don’t have to…say anything right now, but I had to tell you.”

There was no possible way you could leave him like this. Yes, the guilt was starting to eat at you but it was more than that.

Being thrown to each other’s side to work against Corypheus brought about more than just a professional dynamic. Late nights, travels, countless pouring over documents and physical training, you and the Commander were past being platonic.

Seeing a human side to Cullen was endearing to you, and there was a soft element that started to cultivate over all this time.

You grabbed the inside of his wrist, much to Cullen’s surprise, and pulled him close to hear your whisper.

“No, I mean it. I do apologize for my outburst.”

There was a glimmer of hope in his warm eyes as you tried to reassure him.

“We’ll talk later. I swear it, Cullen.”

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[article-peace-write36]

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[sxrensxngwrites]

Cole With a Monotone/“Head-Empty” S/O

request is from my beloved friend @nonpoppin , who asked: “Something something uh, something idk how to put it into words— maybe Cole with someone who's head is empty ™ like they're a thinking breathing person of course but they're like bella swan or something 💀”

I ended up following more of a monotone, RBF angle on accident. It still has some of that “head empty” stuff going on, but probably not as much as it should… so please forgive me. Either way, Cole can’t read them through spirit-powers.

TAGS/WARNINGS: S/O uses they/them pronouns to keep everything open, Cole centric, minor mentions of canon-typical injury and fighting, caring for wounds?

When Cole first meets his SO, he has the hardest time figuring out what’s going on. Normally, when he looks at someone, he’s hit with a wave of every emotion and need—anger, fear, desperation, sadness. But when he looks at them, all he gets is…nothing.

It’s a calm cool wave over him. And since they are still very much alive, Cole gets a hint of something—even if he’s not sure what it is. (Perhaps it’s annoyance? Or hunger? Maybe confidence).

They’re so stoic and mellow, Cole isn’t sure how to proceed. Of course, nothing he does seems to bother them, which greatly contrasts with most of the Inner Circle. However, part of Cole wants there to be a reaction. That way, he knows he’s doing something rather than nothing at all.

Any sort of, well anything, is met with a blank face and a slow blink. Without waves of feelings and thoughts and memories, Cole can’t read them at all. But he’s determined to be able to have them feel something, just a little bit.

So Cole begins behaving more outlandishly—in ways that would normally elicit a reaction from the Inner Circle. He tags along on more pranks with Sera and leaves more surprises for them to find around Skyhold.

His biggest scheme yet involves injecting himself directly into the line of fire. He forgoes his normal route of clinging to the shadows of the fade and charges in headfirst into the fray. He takes down a few enemies, alongside the object of his affection, but not before he gets hurt.

At first Cole doesn’t realize that he’s been injured—he’s still not used to feeling pain. But the cut along his arm stains his tunic red, and he’s left staring at the wound after the fight.

They don’t waste any time moving to reach Cole once the last enemy has been taken down. There are no tears at all, but their face is more stern than normal. Brows furrow as they reach for Cole’s arm and pull back his sleeve.

“Why did you do that?”

Cole doesn’t know how to explain what he was doing, so he tells the truth.

“I wanted you to see me.”

As they pour some alcohol over the wound, Cole feels the burning sensation all over his arm—more than he had felt anything before. But the burning of the wound isn’t all he feels. Cole also picks up on a subtle warmth emanating from their mind in waves. There aren’t any memories or words, but Cole doesn’t need to hear those from their mind.

“I already see you. Why would you need to do anything differently?”

They messily dress Cole’s wound, not entirely sure how to do it properly. But they refuse to let anyone else do it. (Varric thinks it’s because they blame themself for Coke’s accident.)

After that, Cole tries his best to be himself—whatever that entails, he’s not sure. However, he doesn’t feel the need to overperform. Not when he knows that they cared all along, even if their face didn’t show it.

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[randoimago]

Hi! May I request some Dragon Age Inquisition romances reactions to finding out that their Inky tends to forget to take care of themselves when their partner isn't around? Maybe Iron Bull, Sera, and Cassandra? But you're also welcome to switch it up if you want :3 thank you

Having an S/O That Doesn’t Take Care of Themself

Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition

Characters: Cassandra, Iron Bull, Sera

Type of Request: Headcanons

Notes: You got it!!

Cassandra

You can expect Cassandra to glare at you and give you the silent treatment for a little bit. You don't know what you did wrong but she's silently fuming.

Until she can't be silent anymore. She just asks you if you care about yourself. Because she cares about you. A lot. Except you don't seem to care with how little you take care of yourself.

Will really let you have it because she's worried and wants you to be healthy and happy and you're missing meals or not drinking enough water. They're all almost always going onto a battlefield and you're not hydrating??

Will make daily reminders posted around the whole base to help you remember. It’s led to many interesting conversations. And probably helps everyone’s health improve as you’re not the only one forgetting to do things.

Iron Bull

Hey S/O are you busy? Well now you're not! Bull will just pick you up and carry you to the dining hall so you can sit your ass down and eat.

This damn place has blood mages, dragons, giant beasts, giants, demons, and who knows what else. And you're really going to die from something as lame as not taking care of yourself?

Well maybe dying from it is a bit too much, but he's seen how weak people are that don't take care of themselves. He's seen how easy it is to hurt them and he wants you to be strong.

If something's going on then it's fine to take a break. But don't let it take control of you. Bull can't fight some of your battles but he'll do his damnedest to help.

Sera

Sera will a absolutely ask you a question the shove a fork or spoon of food in your mouth when you go to answer. Just there! Now you've eaten something!

Of course you better eat more than that otherwise she'll continue to feed you that way and find new ways of catching you off guard.

You want her to stop? You get upset at her for doing it? Well she's upset that you're being a bloody idiot by not taking care of yourself. Yeah it can be hard, but she's your girlfriend so lean on her a bit.

Really will get you out of bed or feed you. Probably doesn't help with hydrating because water taste like shit to her, but she'll help you with everything else!

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[lumi077]

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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