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variaoftevinter · 1 year

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sera (dragon age) fanfic

sera x oc, leliana, dorian, scout harding all mentioned!! sorry for sm smut i swear i'll have more story based things soon. like way way more

content: lesbian SMUT, afab reader/afab sera, oral, f!ngering, teasing

“Do you intend to join the contest tonight?” I hear Leliana say, looking up from my table in the corner.

“Contest?” She hands me the flier in her hand.

Archery Contest! Saturday! All challengers welcome*! Sister Leliana to judge!

*Except Varric and Bianca

“What is this, why are you showing me this?”

“It’s Saturday.” Leliana says, smirking.

“Maker, is it really? I haven’t been able to keep track of days since the boat ride. Then there was the month’s training, then there were the weeks on horseback-”

“Sorry to spring this on you, Zena, but I paid good money for your training, and I’d love to see my future assassin at work.”

“Aren’t I supposed to go by Florence now?”

“Fatine.”

“Who are Bianca and Varric?”

“Bianca is the biggest crossbow you’ve ever seen. And Varric is a dwarf whose aim is worse than a blind man’s.”

“I don’t have my bow.”

“It’s a good thing then, that I have it right here,” She picks up the bow she had strapped across her back. It is my bow. Damn. “I know you are nervous, Zena, but the stakes are low. What are wooden targets to a trained killer?”

“I don’t normally shoot for an audience.”

“Oh come now, Zena, that’s quite enough of this whining!” I chuckle, begrudgingly rising from my seat.

“When is this competition?”

“Any minute now.”

“Maker!”

She leads me outside to a corner of the Skyhold fortress. There are people of the Inquisition milling about, sharing mugs of ale and chattering amongst themselves. Three or four have formed a line, bows drawn and warming up to compete.

Leliana gently nudges the bow into my hands, and I take my place with the competitors.

“Hello everyone,” a dwarf with strawberry blonde braids steps forward, attempting to address the crowd, to no avail. “Hello all! Hey, hi,” the murmuring diminishes. “Thank you all for coming out to our archery contest! It’s good to build camaraderie by showing support for each other,” she says, teeming with nerves and excitement, “And to have some fun now and then!” She smiles giddily at her own joke, but the others remain quiet, unsure how to react. I clap. She looks over, startled, but appreciative for the awkward solidarity. Others join in for a round of applause.

“May the best archer win! If all competitors could take their place we’ll get under way shortly,” a few more people step forward from the crowd with their bows. “Oh, and thank you to our Spymaster Leliana for judging today! Thank you!”

Leliana steps forward to explain the rules. She is clearly not half as into the whole camaraderie and support thing as the host.

We will go in the order we arrived in (I’ll go fifth), and whoever scores the lowest each round (does the worst job hitting the bullseye) will be eliminated. First round I hit the closest ring to the center, gaining some murmurs of approval. Some, but not many, did just as well, many did worse. One Dalish elf got a bullseye, leading to roaring cheers and applause, and some eye-rolls from their competition.

After some rounds we were down to seven people. The Antivan kid in front of me nocks his arrow, beginning to draw, when I hear an-

“Oi!” The boy jumps, loosing his arrow into a wall, narrowly missing some spectators. I turn my head to see who just called out.

She’s an elf with her blonde hair cropped short to her jaw, a sight I would normally find unladylike if my own hair wasn’t shaved to the scalp for ease in combat. She couldn’t be older than 22, but she dresses how my five-year-old would dress herself. A bright red tunic with the ugliest plaid breeches you’ve ever seen.

“Am I late to the party?” She calls out, all eyes on her. Leliana rolls her eyes.

“We’re halfway through the match,” the hostess says, visibly frustrated, “but, this is all just for fun,” a reminder more for herself than anyone else. “Sure, Sera, you may take your place among the others.”

“Thanks, Harding,” She says, satisfied. She looks for a place to go, then squeezes between me and the Antivan. “So was that your turn, or…?” She says to the boy.

“I should hope not!”

“No, child, that was not your turn.” Leliana reassures him. He goes again, his arrow landing toward the outside of the target, his confidence shaken.

Then it was Sera’s turn. In one fell swoop she grabbed an arrow, drew it back, then fired with no hesitation. It hits the dead center of the target.

“Shit!” A man behind us swears, the competitors erupting in anger.

“Oh you lot are gonna have to get used to this. The real challenge has entered the game!”

I know this is all in good fun, but fuck her.

“May I go now?” I say to Sera, still standing in front of the target. She whips around to face me, looking shaken. Her expression warps into one of amusement, a corner of her mouth lifting.

“Sorry, my lady. Don’t let me keep ya.” She bows out of the way. I sigh, drawing back the bow. I close one eye, my tongue sticking out in ugly concentration. I fire. Mine hits the bullseye too. The crowd celebrates, cheering and jeering. I can’t help but grin to myself as I head to the back of the line. Sera is glaring at me, a mixture of intrigue and bitterness in her face.

“Looks like you’re going to be trouble for me, lady.” I laugh.

“And you, me.”

“I’m Sera.”

“I know. I’m Fatine.”

For every perfect hit Sera got, I was somewhere between good and great. But I stayed in the game, and so, of course, did she. When it was down to three, I matched her bullseye again, leaving us as the final two. By this time, a very large crowd had gathered, waiting with baited breath to see if I (the mysterious and sexy underdog) would beat Sera (Sera). I managed to keep up with her move by move, but she was effortless in her perfect strikes. My turns took concentration, hesitation, and thought. I moved slow. But she smugly watched me strategize each of my moves. Her certainty that she was going to win pissed me off, even though yes. She would probably win. Miraculously, I kept up with her for over ten agonizing rounds. Swiftly she draws the arrow and fires. It hits to the left of the bullseye. The crowd is in shambles.

“Fuck! God damn it! I don’t friggin’ care about this bullshit anyway. Fuck it!” Sera is swearing up a storm.

“Now, now you haven’t lost yet! Pull yourself together, woman,” I coo at her, placing a hand on her shoulder. She looks at me with her big puppy-dog eyes, her mouth agape. I lift my other hand and gently raise her chin, shutting her trap.

“Now let’s see how this all turns out, why don’t we. Hm?”

“Argh!” She swings to the side. As I nock my arrow, I wonder if it’s even worth winning. She’s so mad at herself right now it’s pitiful. But there is a lesson to be learned from this– life is full of disappointments, after all. I draw back, steady myself, and fire. My most beautifully symmetrical shot yet. People yell and cheer, jumping up and down, celebrating how the Mighty has fallen. Sera simply slumps her shoulders and lowers her gaze.

“You did good, Sera!” I call out as she walks away. She pretends not to hear me.

“We have a winner! Congratulations, Fatine!” Scout Harding proclaims. I lock eyes with Leliana, and she gives me a nod of approval, a twinkle of pride and mischief in her eyes.

⇼

“Everybody raise a glass!” The bard sings out, ferociously strumming an old Tevinter tune in the winner’s honor.

The tavern comes alive after dark, the glee from the competition still fresh in the air. People were finally drunk enough to start dancing, I watch as they pair up and start swinging each other around. No one knows this dance in this part of Thedas. I stay at my same seat in the corner, challenging myself to finish a bottle of wine alone.

“Are you going to drink this bottle alone?” A young man with dark skin and a mustache says to me.

“If I don’t, it won’t be for lack of trying.”

“Mind if I assist?” He takes a seat across from me. His accent means he’s a ‘vint as well, and it’s clear he came from money. Some magister’s son, probably.

“You can imagine my surprise when I heard the winner was from Tevinter as well, there aren’t many of us around here.”

“Indeed.”

“Are you military?”

“My father was. I… was a slave.”

He chokes on the glass he had poured. I had intended to break the news a little gentler.

“Oh.”

“It’s alright. What House do you hail from? You might know my old mistress.”

“...Pavus.”

“I served the lady of House Adonis,” I watched in secret horror as he put the pieces together. “I’m sure I’ve run into you at a party at some point, the two families intermingled often!”

“Yes I’m sure.”

“I do love this dance!” I offer, the music picking up. I look around the room to see the bard playing her heart out, and people hopping around to the tune like the country bumpkins they were. I see a flash of blonde hair on the other side of the crowd. There Sera is, a wallflower in bloom, still moping.

“Would you like to dance with me then, my lady?”

“It would be my pleasure, sir.” I take his hand and we make our way toward the crowd. They egg us on, exclaiming in excitement as we begin the Matryoshka. Others sort of catch on to the steps of the routine, and soon the room is booming with dancers.

Dorian and I laugh with each other in a moment of solidarity I never could’ve predicted.

I bump shoulders with a tall freckled man and he murmurs an apology. His dancer partner is Sera– who does not look happy to be in his arms, her eyes locked on me. Dorian, knowing his cue, trades partners with Sera. He spins into the arms of the other gentleman. Sera slides a hand on my back, awkwardly guiding me through the energetic dance.

“Hello, sore loser.”

“Oh, shut it will you. I’m trying to play nice.” I firmly grab her jaw, forcing her gaze on me.

“If you know what’s best for you, you’ll keep it that way.” She pulls at my hair teasingly. I groan. The alcohol has made me bold and flushed my cheeks red.

I grab her upper arm and lead her off to the side. I back her into the wall, my form pressing against hers.

“You need to learn how to behave when someone outdoes you.”

“And jus’ how should I behave?”

“Graciously. Take it like a lady.” She giggles and swivels me around with her forearm, switching our positions, my back pressing against the cold stone.

“Oh, I’ll shut up and take it. But not like a lady.” She whispers into my neck, the sweet heat from her voice raises the hair on my skin. I feel myself open up, my heartbeat pulsating with lust. She brings her mouth to mine, so close our lips brush against each other. But she does not kiss me, she only takes me by the hand and leads me upstairs.

⇼

The second we are in privacy we’re rushing to get naked. We pull at each other’s tops, I lift her shirt off over her head to find she has no bra on, her breasts surprisingly full on her lanky frame, her beautiful brown nipples hard as daggers.

Before I can even get my hands on them she’s kneeling down in front of me. I claw at my legs, anxious to get my bottoms off. She laughs at my desperation. She eases my trousers down and peels off my underwear. My face grows even hotter with shame at how soaking wet they already are. My pants are still around my ankles when she looks up at me, smiles, then parts my thighs and gets to work with her tongue. It’s all I can do to brace myself against a bookshelf as she makes gentle, slow circles on my clit. I cry out, the pleasure making my knees buckle.

“More pressure, Sera, fuck it feels so– fuck!” She purposefully ignores my request, keeping her contact light, prolonging me from coming. This makes me even louder, My moans so guttural I hear her chuckling between my legs. I look up at the ceiling, letting waves of ecstasy wash over me, When she slides two fingers inside of me, stroking my walls with that same slow pace. I expect her to tease me for my wetness but she holds no judgment, she feels proud. She goes harder on my clit, but doesn’t change her speed at all. It’s agonizing. I fall to the floor, my legs giving up on me, and she only uses my position to bury herself in me, my legs spread on either side of her. I stuff a hand in my mouth to stifle the sounds. My body is shuddering, my cunt is throbbing so hard that it’s almost painful. I cry and swear the whole way to my slow, torturous climax. She pulls away, her eyes still hungry. My breath is shaky and loud. I’m speechless. She stares at my sweaty, glistening form and all I can do is look back. I laugh. She smiles. From her spot between my legs she slides off my boots, and with her assistance I get fully naked. I guide her down below me so she’s laying flat on the ground.

“Sera, you’re beautiful.” I say in earnest as I guide her pants off her legs. She runs a finger along my cheek.

“You’re a gorgeous creature yourself, lady.” I sit over top of her and part her mouth with three fingers. She stares into my eyes as she takes the fingers down her throat, Moistening them up for herself. I remove the fingers and wrap my hand around her neck. She whimpers as I lean forward and kiss her passionately.

Our tongues intertwine, lightly brushing up against one another, until she pushes her way to the back of my throat. I push back and we make out, skin to skin on the floor of her room for what feels like forever.

I trace kisses down her neck and onto her collarbone, making my way to her supple tits, and I suck on her nipple, flicking it with my tongue. She moans violently. Hers are as sensitive as mine. Got it.

I take my hand off her throat and bring it down to her heat. Her pubes are so blonde you can hardly see them. Cute. I brush over the area, lightly teasing every fold. We don’t talk much while we fuck, but her cries tell me she’s begging for more. I stick one finger, then two, then three, inside of her while my thumb presses against her clit. I squeeze my fingers together while inside her, and she cries out even harder. I bring my face close to hers.

“Come on baby, you can cry into my mouth.” I whisper, then lock lips with her again as I continue to finger her in strong pulses. She does as I told her and shudders, groans, and sighs frantically into our kisses. Her warm smokey breath does crazy things to me. I open my palm and slap against her cunt, she jolts and cries out in surprise and euphoria.

“Faster, please. Please,” I give in and increase the speed. Her legs shake forcibly as she cums into my hand, her warmth spreading all over my fingers and palm. She watches from below me as I lick it all up in delight. “Damn.”

I roll over beside her, the cold floor soothing my overheated body. I turn to face her and see that her eyes never left me.

“If you’re the prize I get for second I can’t imagine what the Maker would’ve given me for winnin’.” I tuck her hair behind her ear, letting my hand rest on her soft cheek.

“You’ve been a most worthy opponent. I like you a lot, kid. For what it’s worth.”

“From you, it’s worth a fortune.” She collapsed onto me, our mouths colliding as she rolled on top. We fucked until we succumbed to sleep. I woke up on the floor to the sunlight pouring in, and a still naked Sera pressed against me. I smile to myself as I think of what else the Inquisition could possibly have in store. This was just the first night here, after all.

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herald-divine-hell · 1 year

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Is there a reason why you never write using a general Inquisitor anymore? For a blog dedicated to Inquisitor x Leliana you seem to only write using your OCs only for the longest time. Outside of your character being the Inquisitor, that's just about it. It's not really catered to others who also ship theirs with Leliana. Basically from what people see now in your blog now is your OCs x Leliana. Most blogs who write shipping prompts don't use specific characters and they're more catered towards the audience by using either GN!/M!/F!Reader x Character. Making it easier for others to imagine their own OCs in place, by filling in the blanks themselves and bam its their OC in place. In your case you just describe and talk about your OC like its a full fanfic dedicated to them. This is just what I see in your tags for the past year or so, but you used to write it long ago. I dunno how you react to feedback but I'm just curious as to why you stopped. It's usually easier to write about general reader since there's less details involved. Tbh, you're more likely to get engagements on your stuff if its catered to the general audience rather than an OC from my experience ^_^

Hello! Thank you for the kind message!

Honestly, perhaps the biggest reason why I mostly stop writing plain Inquisitor/Leliana content is because well—without an oc, what character can you grapple with for Leliana to have interaction? BioWare gave us three standard results whenever the Inquisitor speaks—diplomatic, snarky/sarcastic, and hostile/aggressive—so which one should I choose when writing it, since so other character’s ocs are based on different factors? Not all of them are going to be sarcastic, or diplomatic. Sometimes they’ll be in-between. So, in my view, you already need to have an establish character that won’t fit into a “general” and vague Inquisitor, even if they’re the most bare bones version of a character.

And to be honest, I always have used my characters, even when it was just a “general” Inquisitor/Leliana. Most of the stuff that I wrote early on was actually just nameless Alexandra, without any real descriptive features, so I can’t say it’s just a general Inquisitor, because it really wasn’t. Not to my brain, at least.

And over time, people showed lots of interest in characters like Alexandra that I stripped the veil away and start writing her fully. (Alongside other characters)

And I’m a weirdo who loves description and details, so it’s hard for me not want to describe the Inquisitor physically and have that serve as some metaphor. Haha

I hope that all makes sense. Thank you for the ask!

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a-templars-vice · 2 years

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A Templar’s Vice Act II

Part 1 - “Underneath the Stars”

A Cullen Rutherford x F!OC Apostate Witch Dragon Age: Inquisition - fanfiction

Rating: 18+

Warnings: contains subject matter that maybe triggering for the vulnerable or victims of abuse and trauma.

Also contains alcohol, drugs (alludes to substance abuse), detailed lewd and violent scenes.

Reader's discretion is advised

Link to Master List

Link to Act I - Part I

Also avalible to read on Archive of Our Own (AO3)

Empress Celene thanked everyone for saving her and her people.

The empire will gladly be giving their support and troops to help bolster the inquisition's forces.

…

The Witch was standing beside Cullen with the inquisition group consisting of:

Leliana, Josephine, Cullen, The inquisitor, Dorian, Iron Bull, Cassanda and the Cloth Witch – as they were talking.

"So what's with the outfit?"

Leliana asked the witch.

"Well... I actually have a lot of clients here and It would difficult to stay hidden if people saw my face and features"

The Witch casually explained as she fanned herself.

Ahhh that made a lot of sense. Still she looked gorgeous in a mysterious way.

Cullen thought to himself. The witch definitely heard that though…

"You're also an excellent fighter. We saw you helping out Cullen with Corypheus' forces"

Bull pointed out.

The Wtich chuckled.

"Why thank you Bull~ Mmm how do they say... Practice makes perfect?

and in Tevinter the magistrates or nobles would host grand parties,

that on occasion... becomes like... well, what happened today... it's normal there..."

Cullen was shocked again to hear that.

Oh Maker, he never wants to go to Tevinter if he could help it but...

If he wanted to be with her after all of this...

He might have to...

Wait he was thinking about what would happen after...

he was only focused on their survival before he met her...

Now he was thinking what would happen after and...

he would not want to move on... not from her...

So if he needed to go to Tevinter with her-- to Tevinter he will go...

"Beautiful, can handle yourself when shit goes down, and a woman of many talents, what can you not do?"

Bull comment.

She chuckled in response.

"We all have things we are good and bad at... For me, well...

Let's just say never ask me to cook you anything or handle preparing food..."

She's a terrible cook. Good to know.

"Well can't you use magic to cook or make the food taste good?"

Bull asked.

"Ahh... No... Not really... I don't know why, but it always seems to never work out for me when it comes to food...

Maybe I am cursed or something..."

"Hahaha well I hope it's not contagious… and I guess you're right– about us all having things we are good and bad at.

I'm no world class chef or cook either, but I can get by with the basics on occasion.

You gotta-- especially if you're a traveling mercenary."

"Ah yes... that would make sense... if you don't have basic cooking or survival skills in that trade, well I could imagine you wouldn't last long..."

"Indeed."

The party and dancing was still going on– despite what had just happened. It seemed things had calmed down for the moment…

"Well on the topic of our faults..."

Bull glances at the dancers in the crowd.

"I am not the best dancer either but..."

Bull bowed and reached out towards her.

"May I have a dance my Lady?"

"Well I--"

"Sorry Bull, she's taken..."

Cullen interrupted-- he moved behind her, wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her into his chest.

Everyone, including the Witch, were shocked by Cullen's sudden show of publicly being intimate with her.

Well... Leliana wasn't surprised.

She had her agents keeping an eye on the Witch and obviously knew about their relationship.

However, she kept it a secret to see what would happen, and it seemed like nothing wrong was going on between them...

"Mmm Cullen?"

The Witch gently spoke and touched one of his arm's that were wrapped around her waist.

"My apologies for not telling any of you, but... We are together... We have been for a while now..."

Cullen announced to the group.

Cassandra and Josehipine looked shocked.

Dorian did not seem to care, but acted surprised as well, and Bull...

"Ahhh... He got you from right out under my nose... Well played Commander. You're a very lucky man."

Bull was not offended at all. He actually sounded proud that Cullen got her.

"Yes, I certainly am..."

Cullen gently took her left hand in his and kissed it– while still holding her protectively with his other arm.

He did this to show everyone in the group and any onlookers that they were seriously involved.

And she belongs to him.

There were many broken hearts in the onlookers group.

...

Bull was dancing with Josehipine, while the Witch, inquisitor, Leliana and Dorian were hanging out-- chatting, drinking wine and eating the food while seated all together at a table.

Cassandra had pulled Cullen to the side to talk.

It was understandable, and was going to happen eventually.

"Cullen. Are you serious? You know what she is right?"

"Yes I know..."

Cassandra looked at the Witch. Thought for a moment then asked him.

"Does she... make you happy?"

Cullen blinked.

"Ahh... Yes... she makes me very happy..."

"She might hurt you Cullen..."

"She hasn't... and she... I don't think she would want me to ever get hurt... if what happened today is anything to go by..."

Cassandra sighed.

"I could never imagine you of all people would be with someone-- something... like that but..."

She looked again at the Witch. Then back at Cullen.

"So long as she makes you happy, and never hurts you-- I will stay my blade from her."

Cullen nodded.

"Thank you Lady Cassandra... I appreciate your concern and... looking out for me..."

"Of course-- I brought you into this mess and it's the least I can do."

...

On the way back to Skyhold

...

They had to make camp since it was a long way back to Skyhold, and

Cullen was worried if his beloved demon Witch would not be comfortable, but

as they were all seated around a campfire she commented–

"Wow... it's been a very long time since I have slept in a tent and gone camping... ahh... it's so nice to be out under the stars once in a while~"

She kicked her feet a few times in the air-- in a happy manner and leaned more into Cullen's chest. She was sitting between his spread legs... He snuggled her closer to his body...

She's very warm and...

She seemed like she is happy... and she's done this before... That quelled Cullen's worries about her being uncomfortable...

Then Dorian spoke.

"I unfortunately have gotten used to it... the life of a vagabond wasn't the one I chose on purpose..."

"Well it is not for everyone, but you seem to be doing well~"

"Only because I have to. Not much of a choice..."

"Why is that?"

"Well let's just say I had a bad falling out with my father, you see...

he wanted to marry me off to some Tevinter noble family girl and secure our and their bloodline...

I did not want to do it, but he said that he brought me into this world, raised me and therefore I owe him...

hence why I left…"

"Oh... I'm sorry Dorian..."

"Ahh it's fine. I have always wanted to get away from him...

and well...

I would take sleeping in a tent for the rest of my life over being chained to a life I do not want nor want to be imposed upon me."

Bull reached over and put a large hand on Dorian's shoulder.

"Hey, if you ever need anything just let me know."

Dorian reached up to touch Bull's hand and rested it upon his.

"Thank you, Bull... I... I appreciate that..."

Cullen had a much better understanding of Dorian. All the hate. And the fear. Just... went away.

He no longer just saw a Witch or a blood mage necromancer noble from Tevinter...

He saw... that... They were people. Just people who had their own problems, feelings and worries.

Cullen also had more respect for Dorian now.

And...

Cullen understood him as well... To want to get away from a life that chains you...

Much like how he is trying to break free from his chains and binds of the Templar Order he once served...

Also...

It's not an easy thing to disappoint your family to do something that would make you happy... Cullen remembered the day he left for Templar training... his brothers and sister mom and dad hugged him tightly and there were tears...

It's been so long since he has seen them...

He would like to see them again... hopefully when this is over and he wondered...

He glanced down at the witch in his arms... who was still talking with Dorian.

He wondered what his family would think of her if she met them with him...

...

Cullen and the witch were both sleeping in his tent-- together. Everyone here knew now they were together so...

they could actually be together without much worry about what the others think now...

Cullen felt a huge wave of relief but he still did not know what his troops would think...

He looked at her in his arms. She was lying on him-- her head was resting on his bare chest....

Her weight did not bother him at all... he barely felt her... she was so light--

She was also looking beautiful and enchanting as usual...

They were under a large heavy fur blanket. Keeping them both warm...

without her having to use or drain her magic-- The blanket, and both of their body heat combined kept out the cold.

She told him that she dislikes being or feeling cold...

"Mmm... do not worry my love I'll make sure you're always warm..."

He then whispered hotly into her ear.

"And fed..."

...

She was able to deep throat his entire girth now. She did gag if he went too far in-- at first, but

since they've done this so much she's gotten used to it and over her gag reflex.

Cullen watched as she fully deepthroated him. It was just the most beautiful thing he had the honor to witness and feel...

Oh sweet Maker... it was so difficult for him to stay quiet...

Since tents do not make for very good sound proofing...

But he endured and gagged himself with her long underwear pants in his mouth because...

She was probably starving...

...

While she was laying in his arms after her "dinner:..

Cullen was thinking how he just wanted to stay here with her, like this, forever...

Thank the Maker, or whatever, had made or sent her to him...

He decided just to not worry about how the others might react right now as sleep took him...

...

She was awake. She could not sleep... demons and spirits... well they do not exactly need to sleep...

so long as they have their respective emotional or spiritual energies they can feed on...

She listened to Cullen's even breaths while she was also moved slowly by the rising and falling of his chest.

She listened to the sound of his heart beat.

Such a lovely sound...

Then she heard him mumbling.

"No… No… Stop!"

He talks in his sleep. He does it every time he sleeps and dreams...

He was jerking around a bit as well...

He was having another night terror...

She calmly closed her eyes and focused.

"Consume thy fears... and let thy dreams become pure..."

Cullen relaxed.

Good... he should be having nice dreams now...

However... her mouth tasted like it was full of ashes and iron though...

Nightmares... especially terrors that tasted like burnt and overcooked food...

It was not as satisfying as consuming souls, spirits or desires...

However...

She would still gladly consume all of his nightmares...

...

Cullen woke up. He felt rested and good and...

She was there. On his chest.

Cullen blinked.

He was not used to waking up and seeing her.

But this was definitely something he could get used to...

He thought he was dreaming for a moment...

He... he could not remember his dream though...

He usually had nightmares but ever since he has been with her...

They were far less or he forgot them when he woke up... and he felt well rested...

She was... so good for him... which surpised him because she is a demon... How could they ever be... good?

She was absolutely breaking all his preconceived notions and assumptions he was taught about demons for his whole life...

Was she really a demon?

Well she is... because in their contract she could not lie to him-- and she said that she is a demon...

Oh wait and his soul... he still had it... why hasn't she taken it or eaten it?

Wouldn't that affect their contract?

He needs to ask her about that...

But for now...

He stayed there, with her, laying together in their shared warmth under the thick fur blanket...

In sweet tranquil silence for a bit longer...

...

After a while he finally had a chance to ask her... no one was up yet since it was still early in the morning...

"Hey, I need to ask you something..."

She was still resting on his chest.

"Mmm? What is it?"

"It's about our contract... I thought... I thought you needed to take my soul for it to be valid..."

"Oh... yes... well I have not taken it... however, our contract does still stand..."

"But why haven't you taken mine? I thought you took it? Consumed it..."

She moved to get up and looked at him with an agasped expression--

as if she was offended by something he did not know, because he did not know.

"If I did that I would've ended up like them..."

"Huh what?"

"Your soul is... very pure and good hence why it was effective against the demons and abominations. And... "

"I just took a bit of your pure soul's energy, and temporarily enchanted your weapon with it... Your soul "purified" them."

Purified? So them bursting into and being consumed by his soul's energy purified them?

"Wait, what about you?"

"Oh, if they get consumed by my fire. I eat them... you purify them soo anyone you hit with your soul's fire...

they go back to the fade, while the ones who were hit by mine were consumed and fuel my fire..."

Cullen looked horrified... Oh maker...

She switched the topic because she knew he felt uncomfortable...

"Listen... Despite what you think and feel about yourself... Your soul is too pure for me to take or consume..."

"My... my soul is... too pure? b-but-- I..."

"Yes, Cullen, your soul is pure and fine. Despite you thinking and feeling otherwise..."

"But then our contract..."

"Oh, I still own your soul... as you witnessed how I... manipulated it to my will. You consented after all... and It turned out to be... quite useful..."

Cullen was not too sure how he should feel about that...

"I have seen very few souls as pure as yours... I do not think you can be corrupted infact... or it would take a great deal to do so..."

Cullen blinked.

"But my dark desires..."

"Come from a base of light, love and wanting to protect... not of true darkness, evil or malice.

But as it is drawn out it becomes twisted into something darker...

However, the root of your "dark desires" is pure and good..."

Cullen did not know what to say and she continued.

"You're good Cullen, through and through. I can confidently confirm that."

"And I..."

Cullen looked at her.

"I do not want to consume your soul... as tempting as it is to try and corrupt it then consume it... I want yours to remain with you more than I want to take it from you..."

Cullen did not know what to say... he had no words...

And so he decided to show through action instead...

He moved to hold her in his arms.

She let him and melted into his sweet embrace.

They did not speak because... no words needed to be said

...

Continue to Act II - Part 2

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ao3feed-connor · 3 years

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Multifandom x Reader

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/35W6yc1

by Lilya (Touch_The_Sky)

I write x reader fics just cause I can, requests are almost always open so feel free to ask if you'd like something written!

Words: 71, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game), Dragon Age - All Media Types, Haikyuu!!, Bloodborne (Video Game), inFAMOUS: Second Son, Red Dead Redemption (Video Games), Final Fantasy XV

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M

Characters: Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Hank Anderson, Gavin Reed, Kageyama Tobio, Hinata Shouyou, Nishinoya Yuu, Tsukishima Kei, Kuroo Tetsurou, Miya Osamu, Miya Atsumu, Gilbert (Bloodborne), Javier Escuella, Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Eugene Sims, Delsin Rowe, Alistair (Dragon Age), Cailan Theirin, Morrigan (Dragon Age), Leliana (Dragon Age), Zevran Arainai, Cullen Rutherford, The Iron Bull (Dragon Age), Sera (Dragon Age), Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, Noctis Lucis Caelum, Prompto Argentum, Gladiolus Amicitia, Ignis Scientia, Ravus Nox Fleuret

Relationships: Connor (Detroit: Become Human)/Reader, Gavin Reed/Reader, Alistair (Dragon Age)/Reader, Zevran Arainai/Reader, Morrigan (Dragon Age)/Reader, Leliana (Dragon Age)/Reader, Cullen Rutherford/Reader, The Iron Bull (Dragon Age)/Reader, Sera (Dragon Age)/Reader, Kageyama Tobio/Reader, Iwaizumi Hajime/Reader, Oikawa Tooru/Reader, Tsukishima Kei/Reader, Yamaguchi Tadashi/Reader, Kozume Kenma/Reader, Hinata Shouyou/Reader, Kuroo Tetsurou/Reader, Miya Osamu/Reader, Miya Atsumu/Reader, Gilbert (Bloodborne)/Reader, Eugene Sims/Reader, Delsin Rowe/Reader, Reggie Rowe/Reader, Arthur Morgan/Reader, John Marston/Reader, Sean MacGuire/Reader, Leonard "Lenny" Summers/Reader, Charles Smith (Red Dead Redemption) & You, Javier Escuella/Reader, Prompto Argentum/Reader, Noctis Lucis Caelum/Reader, Gladiolus Amicitia/Reader, Ignis Scientia/Reader, Ravus Nox Fleuret/Reader

Additional Tags: I Don't Even Know, I Blame Tumblr, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/35W6yc1

#ao3feed #fanfic #dbh #dbh connor #detroit: become human

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nightincrow · 4 years

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ok so i might have translated my leliana x f!warden fic, which i’d written in polish some time ago, to english 👀 but i’m a one dumb bitch and i suck at grammar sooo is there anyone who would like to be my beta reader and see if all of this even makes sense in english? i’d be very thankful 🥺🥺

#dragon age #leliana #leliana x warden #dragon age origins #dragon age inquisition #i wish english was my first language #i feel so stupid everytime i try to write in it asaljklkhj #i make such a dumb errors all the time

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kauriart · 7 years

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2016 Writing Review

Was tagged to do this by @cometeclipsewriting! <3 Whose stuff you guys should TOTALLY check out.

Total number of completed stories

1 - *cough* Only the Letters of Orlais: Prequel which is an entirely NSFW look at how the Letters Cullen & Trev got together in the first place.

Total word count

90,644

Fandoms written in

Dragon Age

Looking back, did you expect to write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d expected?

I did write less than I wanted, overall, but I learned so much about myself as a writer, that I really can’t complain.

What’s your own favorite story of the year?

Letters from Orlais (NSFW f!Trev x Cullen) - This series is just too too much fucking fun to write. It’s pretty much a sexual exploration for Cullen & Trev, as prompted by dirty Orlesian love letters. The best part though, is that most of the letters featured are written by readers, so those that enjoy the story have really had a hand in shaping it.

Did you take any writing risks this year?

Letters from Orlais - The first chapter, is the first piece of fic that I ever shared publicly in any way. Even my husband had never read any of my writing before that. So I’m incredibly proud of myself for finally feeling like writing was something I wanted to share.

Do you have any fanfic or profic goals for the new year?

dude... I’ve got to much WIP going on, lol.

Best story of the year?

Imho... The Journals of CSR (f!Lavellan x Cullen) at just over 700 hits, it’s got very low (A03) readership, but the response to it has been (proportionally) the greatest.