#morrigan x lavellan

[solas-backpack-mug]

as much as i love solas and solavellan is my favorite ship ever, i can't help but kinda ship my inquisitor shiala with morrigan post-da:dw. in the end, i will probably keep shiala single forever after that, but it's fun to think about

two women, very personally hurt by two people who worked together for millennia and who the dalish consider gods. both of them are mothers and the fathers of their children are either dead (shiala's older daughter), kept secret from the world (kieran, alistair's son) or possibly both (solavellan daughter, depending on what happens with solas in da:dw)

they are both learning romantic love - shiala is trying again after the extreme disappointment of being with solas, and for morrigan it's the first time ever loving someone this way

it's a patchwork family shaped through tragedy and extraordinary circumstances

and even if i don't accept it into my headcanon in the end, i think that's very beautiful anyway

#morrigan is of similar flavor as solas except she isn't planning to completely reshape the world #not trying to roast solas too much i love him anyway #dragon age #dragon age morrigan #morrigan x lavellan #solas backpack mug

[cairaleighexe]

🗡️ who in the court can be trusted? 👁️

#my art #my ocs #hanan lavellan #hanandra #hanan lavellan x cassandra pentaghast #cassandra pentaghast #f!inquisitor x cassandra #f!inquisitor x cassandra pentaghast #morrigan #josephine montilyet #leliana #florianne de chalons #vivienne de fer #sera #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #dai #da3 #wicked eyes and wicked hearts #dragon age art #dragon age fanart #da art #fantasy illustration #artists on tumblr #halamshiral

[greypetrel]

WIP (not) Wednesday

Tagged by @plisuu, thank you so much! :) This week has been hectic work-wise, but I scraped some time to work on a couple of things...

Kieran is a very spoiled child on some accounts, but Karens never last long in Amaranthine, for unknown reasons. Something in the water, clearly.

Some more Whale Au which is not an AU anymore, working on the gals. Darkened Aisling's hair a little to see how it is. Raina got a little in the sun, and her shirt is not correct for the time period (I forgot Edwardian shirts had detachable collars) and it should be corrected. The books is titled "Whales are better than you" and in this universe too she doesn't wear neither black nor white if she can help it. While Raina only wears black, white and red.

Tagging: @salsedinepicta @ndostairlyrium @shivunin @melisusthewee @dungeons-and-dragon-age @theluckywizard @whimsyswastry @hollytree33 @pinayelf @dreadfutures @transprincecaspian and YOU!

#wip wednesday #dragon age #dragon age origins #female mahariel x morrigan #whale au #aisling lavellan #raina hawke #alyra mahariel #greypetrel #digital art

[anneapocalypse]

April Recs!

I think my recs this month have a few different themes in common: choice, consequences, loss, and also a reimagining or deepening of some aspect of canon. I had a hard time coming up with a pithy thematic title for this post, but I can certainly say that all of these fics have given me a fresh or deeper perspective on characters and events in the Dragon Age universe! I'm excited to rec them all, and I hope that you'll enjoy them too.

As always, please check the full tags and warnings on AO3.

Counting Paces by XerosXVI. Male Lavellan/Cassandra, and other companions. Varlas Lavellan struggles to come to terms with the death of his clan, and to connect with the friends who both can and cannot understand. I think it really effectively explores the aftermath of the tragic end of the Clan Lavellan plotline, in a way the game does not. Warning for family deaths and grief. 8500 words, rated T.

The Old Gods of Serault by hes5thlazarus. Felassan & Imshael, and some other people. Sundered from his body, Felassan wanders, coming across an old acquaintance in the Tirashan Forest. A fantastic and fantastical fic that brings these minor characters and a part of the world we've never seen vividly to life in weird and wonderful ways. Warning for descriptions of mycelium and body-horror-adjacent things. 3500 words, rated T.

Halliserre, Half Sister by Cryptographic_Delurk. Jowan/Lily, unrequited Female Surana/Jowan, a hint of Surana/Lily. In this story, Halliserre Surana has escaped the Circle Tower with Jowan and Lily, and now wonders what future awaits her with the blood mage she loves and the woman he loves instead. I really love this deeper look at these three characters and their complicated relationships. Warning for unrequited feelings and unplanned pregnancy. 3200 words, rated M.

three truths and a lie (Orphaned work). Cassandra, Leliana, and Varric. Cassandra has asked many times and in many ways what really happened to Orsino. One day, following Hawke's death, Varric finally tells her. Hands-down my favorite reimagining of the end of DA2. Warning for violence, eye trauma. 1800 words, rated G.

For Love of the People by @ammoniteflesh. Female Mahariel & the Dalish at Arlathvhen, with a side of Mahariel/Morrigan. Ghila Mahariel, who defiled the Sacred Ashes of Andraste in vengeance for her people, meets her people again, and faces their reactions, both positive and negative. It's a really interesting exploration of that game choice from the perspective of a Dalish Warden. 1300 words, rated G.

Happy April, friends, and happy reading.

#fic recs #recs post #dragon age fic #dragon age #cassandra x male lavellan #felassan #imshael #clan lavellan #jowan x lily #jowan x lily x female surana #orsino #morrigan x female mahariel

[spainkitty]

Lord Huron "The Night We Met" is THE angst ship song. and I don't even ship it, but it's a solavellan song

#solas × lavellan #solavellan #dai #dragon age inquistion #just try to argue #you CANNOT #ill take arguements for #warden x morrigan #hawke x anders #HOLY SHIT HANDERS THOUGH #nononono isnt it sad enough #!?!?!?

[mass-effect-galaxy]

Dragon Age Inquisition - The Movie

The Frostback Mountains 9:41 Dragon. The Divine Conclave is gathering in the Temple of Sacred Ashes to put an end to the mage rebellion that is threatening all of Thedas. Before negotiations can get anywhere a massive explosion destroys the temple killing everyone inside save for the elf Ellana Lavellan.

In order to prove her innocence, Lavellan agrees to join the Chantry separatists of the Inquisition. This journey will lead her deep into a time when elven gods ruled the world.

#draogn age inquisition #inquisitor lavellan #solas x lavellan #cassandra pentaghast #varric tethras #leliana #morrigan #Youtube

[wanderingmirror]

Spirit Of Empathy

Dragon Age: Inquisition

The Spirit of Empathy was a soul no one could really find. It was elusive and easily slipped away from those trying to find it. But many have claimed to have witnessed its work as it tried to ease the pain of those that crossed its path. But after too many attempts to capture and control it, the Spirit of Empathy vanished entirely, and the Spirits of Compassion took its place. Cole was one such Spirit, and like the others, could sense the Spirit of Empathy when a soul was in need of Compassion.

Discovering the fact that the Inquisitor was a Spirit of some type came as both a shock and a surprise to those who knew him. Though no one could figure out what type of Spirit he was, they still tried to keep the knowledge of that discovery away from him for fear of him disappearing. It had been left to Solas and Vivienne to discover what he was. The old library in Skyhold held many books containing past research on Spirits, the Spirit of Empathy among them, and it was found that you could identify a Spirit's nature by the habits they show.

From watching and conversing with the Inquisitor, it was found that he was either a Spirit of Compassion, or the long-vanished Spirit of Empathy. Cole was asked to look into his pains to see which. But the Spirit was not willing to hurt the Inquisitor simply to answer to the curiosity of the others. The Inquisitor was getting suspicious of their secretiveness. When the Inquisitor left Skyhold with Solas, Cole, and Cassandra, his inner circle decided to finally branch the question.

It was Cassandra who brought it up.

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"Inquisitor, have you ever met the Spirit of Empathy?" She asked. Cole flinched a bit and looked at him in worry. Solas was stoic as he too glanced at the other elf. The Inquisitor was silent for a long time, making Cassandra wonder if he had heard her. But when he simply smiled at her and nodded, it seemed to ease her. "I did once. The Spirit had helped my clan when I was younger. But other than that, I haven't seen or heard of it since." He said, voice carefully neutral.

Cole slowly nodded as if agreeing with him. Cassandra frowned. "What do you remember of its appearance?" She asked. The Inquisitor's hand, which had been stoking the fire, froze. He did not look at her for a few minutes, obviously deep in thought. "I was still young, so my memory of back then is fuzzy. Sorry." He apologized with a sad smile. He pulled back and stretched. It was late in the night, the moon bright above them.

He bid them good night and went to sleep leaning against the tree he sat beside. Cole looked at him with worry barely hidden in his eyes. "What worries you, Cole?" Cassandra asked, seeing his fidgeting. "He has a lot of pain. Not all of it is his own. But he refuses to express it. Burns and twists, louder than a war cry, but quieter than mice." The blonde Spirit said softly to not wake the brunette.

The Inquisitor curled up in his sleep. When morning came, Vivienne and the other mages of Skyhold arrived in a rush as they approached the castle. "I have finally figured out a way to test our theory!" Vivienne said as they entered the gates. The Inquisitor looked at them with worry. "Theory? What are you talking about, Lady Vivienne?" He asked cocking his head. Vivienne held out a hand and closed her eyes, saying something under her breath. Her spell formed a circle around him, and he yelped.

"Viv? What-," He was interrupted when the spell broke a charm on his hip. The others noticed it falling to the ground, Cullen picked it up. "What is this?" He asked the brunette. The Inquisitor was silent as he tried to take it back. But the barrier zapped him. Cullen took it to Vivienne, and she examined it closely. "It's a spell charm for blocking mental spells." She said as she looked at the Dalish brunette. The Inquisitor was starting to shake suddenly.

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{Warning for mental breakdowns?}

He could hear them again, hear the whispers. The cries for help, for mercy, for freedom. The broken cries of pain and suffering. Of anger and rage, fury and hatred. It overwhelmed him and he lifted his hands to his ears. But that did no good, they were no quieter than before. They began to get louder, even. The voices, he could hardly tell them apart from each other.

They called for Justice, but he wasn't the Spirit they needed.

They called for Compassion, but he wasn't the one for that either.

They called for so many different things that he couldn't help them with. So many emotions cried out, but he couldn't help them. He began to quietly beg for silence. But as the voices continued, he got louder and louder. Begging, pleading, and shouting for them to shut up. But the voices only drowned his own out into nothing but a drop of water in a sea. Tears fell from his eyes, and he fell to his knees. Curling up and trying to get them to be silent.

He began to hyperventilate, his vision going in and out of focus. His chest hurt, the places around his ears hurt, his head hurt. He couldn't hear the mages around him demanding he be put under a control spell. He couldn't hear Cole begging someone to help the brunette. He didn't see Varric running over to him in confusion, nor the fear and pain etched on Blackwall's face as he blocked anyone from getting closer to him.

All he could hear was the many voices of those he couldn't help. Those who had already died, who were dying, injured, or in pain. They were louder than those around him. He felt liquid starting to stain his hair, felt it run down his scalp as his nails dug into his skin. His consciousness began to vanish, and the edge of his vision blacken. He slammed his eyes shut and screamed in pain. In fear.

But even that was lost to the roar of the many others. When the charm he had made was placed back on the chain of his pants the voices slowly stopped and went silent. He sighed as he untensed and passed out. Falling limply to the left and into someone's arms. He would have to thank them when he woke up.

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When the Inquisitor passed out into Morrigan's arms, she was concerned for the blood matting his hair. She could hear his screams from the courtyard, hear his cries for silence. When she had gotten to the entrance of the castle, she had seen the crowd of mages and those of his inner circle just standing there doing nothing as he sobbed for help. Yet, no one helped him.

Solas was yelling at Vivienne, Varric trying to console Cole, Iron Bull arguing with Cullen, Cassandra was just staring at the Inquisitor in shocked silence. Blackwall was at least keeping the mages demanding the Dalish elf be contained away. Dorian was still in Teventor and Sera was nowhere to be seen. Morrigan ran down the stairs and snatched the charm she spotted in Cullen's hand, fixing it and getting past Blackwall without much force.

She winced at the pain she could see etched on the brunette's face as she reattached the charm to its original place. Slowly the Inquisitor settled down and his hands left his ears to rest on either side of his body. He fell limp and she pulled him into her arms to allow him to rest. She used healing magic to heal the crescent shaped wounds he had made around his ears. When someone got close to them, she glared at them. Her glare only easing when she saw it was Solas.

The older elf sat beside the Inquisitor and inspected the charm, frowning when he discovered something about it that seemed to bother him. "What is it?" She asked as she fixed how the Inquisitor was laying. "This charm blocks off mental magic. And it seems it blocks the constant flow of outside pain from reaching him. I suppose this means that after trying to help people for so long, it never fully stopped being so loud." He said softly.

Morrigan nodded and Solas let go of the charm. Cole ran over and gently placed his hand on the brunette's back. "Can someone tell me why this happened?" Morrigan asked as she looked around. When Solas filled her in on what they had discovered, she sighed angrily. She didn't want to start yelling as soon as she got the Inquisitor to rest. And right now, it looked like he needed it.

"I suppose we will have to talk about this when he isn't within hearing range. I don't want to wake him up when he just fell asleep." She motioned for Blackwall to help her take the brunette to his quarters. The grey warden gently picked the male up and started to carry him to his quarters while some of the chargers acted as a wall, keeping the mages wanting him contained away.

As soon as the group was out of earshot, Morrigan turned sharply to face them. "What in the hell is your problem?! Why in everything holy did you decide that you could just do something like that?! Especially to him of all people?!" She snapped and the others all flinched at the rage in her eyes. Solas was silent behind her, having the same protective anger that she did. No one spoke as the human mage spit fire at them.

A few of those who had wanted him contained lost the wind to their sails and curled into themselves like kicked dogs. But a few others still thought it best that the Inquisitor should be contained. They immediately were ordered to either shut up or leave. As the Inquisitor would not harm anyone who had not harmed him first. Though, Morrigan thought bitterly, they had rightly earned after causing the brunette so much mental harm.

She sighed and turned towards Cole, only to find that he and Varric both had vanished during her tirade. Morgan wondered if that was because Cole wanted to be close to the other Spirit. She then looked at Solas and he nodded, leaving her to deal with the others.

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When the Inquisitor woke up, it was to a splitting headache and raw throat. He groaned and sat up slowly. Finding Cole sitting beside the bed with his back leaned against it. Varric was sitting at his desk while writing. "V-Varric?" He asked softly. The dwarf looked over at him and smiled softly. "Hey, Kid, how are you holding up?" He asked as he stood and walked over. The Inquisitor lifted a hand to rub at his head.

"Feels like I was hit in the head by a rock. What happened?" He asked and Varric's eyes widened for a moment before they returned to normal. "What do you remember, exactly?" He asked and the Inquisitor thought back to before he had blacked out. The memory of earlier that day returned to him and he began to once again hyperventilate. Varric walked over and gently grabbed his arm to ground him.

"Easy, Kid. You're safe here. I doubt Chuckles and Morrigan are going to let them anywhere near you after the shit they put you through." He said as the Inquisitor tried to steady his breathing before it got worse. Luckily, he was able to do so before he passed out again. Hearing that Solas and Morrigan would come to his defense also eased the stress he felt. "You aren't scared of me?" He asked softly and Varric just chuckled.

"The way I see it, is that now we have two Spirits who know their way around better than we do. And now Cole has someone he can confide in when he feels he can't trust me or Solas." He said and that got a small smile out of the other. "Who fixed my charm?" the brunette asked. "That would be Morrigan. I'm sure if Chuckles hadn't been yelling at Vivienne, he would have but. As I said, he was busy yelling at her for breaking it."

The Inquisitor couldn't help but laugh at the image of Solas losing his temper over him. He felt a sense of happiness knowing the other male would help him. "I'll have to thank them." He says softly and Varric nodded before letting go of the brunette's arm. "Yeah, and you may want to thank Blackwall and the Chargers for getting you to your quarters too. I think the Chargers were about to shed blood when I saw their faces." He commented and the other male laughed softly.

"I'll remember to thank them for that. And thank you for helping Cole stay calm. I doubt it would have done anyone any good if both of us were breaking down like that." He said and Varric nodded again with a smile. "No problem." He patted the male's back as he moved to gather his things and head downstairs. "You may want to head down when you're ready. Morrigan and Solas have been worried ever since you passed out." He said as he left. The Inquisitor nodded and waved him goodbye.

The Inquisitor looked down at the still sleeping Cole, moving a bit to get the smaller male into the bed. Dorian wouldn't be back for another four days, so he doubted the other male would mind. That and the Inquisitor mostly saw Cole as something similar to a little brother. He needed the place right now more than the Teventor mage did. The Inquisitor sighed softly as he pulled the smaller Spirit to his chest and wrapped an arm around him.

Falling back to sleep with the calm sound of the wind through the windows and Cole's gentle breathing.

#dragon age inquisition #ocs #angst #varric tethras #dai #dread wolf #inquisitor lavellan #male inquisitor #dorian pavus #iron bull #vivienne de fer #cassandra pentaghast #morrigan dragon age #dorian x lavellan #dorian x inquisitor #bull's chargers #skyhold #original au #Spirit!Inquisitor AU

[rosella-writes]

“Why green, my venomous child?” Flemeth said in a low, dangerous tone. “Consider that when you go, your footprints will fill with grass. Moss shall cover your tombstone, and as the sun rises, green shall spread over all, in all its shades and hues. This verdigris will overtake your swords and your coins and your battlements and, try as you might, all you hold dear will succumb to it. Your skin, your bones. Your virtue.”

Morrigan turned her gold discs for eyes upon Virelan. They glittered much like the precious metal they so reminded her of. “Mine, mother? Why not those of our guest?”

Virelan turned her gaze onto Solas for a brief, panicked moment. She didn’t know why she looked to him for assurance — she’d known him not even as long as his mother, and yet his returned glance was enough to still the pounding of her heart. His knee pressed to hers once again, even as he remained silent. He slowly raised his wineglass to his lips.

And the AU continues to run away from me. Now featuring trippy dream elements, a Skyhold that isn’t Skyhold, and three familiar faces.

It’s the Green Knight, Virelan-style.

#dragon age #solas #solavellan #virelan lavellan #my writing #virelan x solas #flemeth #morrigan

[inquisimer]

HEY BB if you had to pick 5 fics you’ve written to make a “crash course” and sum up your writing personality, which would they be? I must know.

thank you for the uno reverse, MWAH

it's only fair that I have to turn this lens on myself but DANG was it hard to be like "what is my writing personality?" I think it really boiled down to: platonic relationships, grey wardens, a just a hint of Lore™️

Gen'adahl - Female Lavellan/Cullen Rutherford, Rated G, 1485 words

this was one of the first ever DA fics I wrote; I remember scrawling it out in a notebook at my last job where I wasn't allowed to keep my phone at my desk. And I was so proud when I finished it! For me, it represents the proof that I can finish pieces, no matter how long it takes

to be seen feeling - Male Mahariel/Morrigan, Rated T, 5039 words, a gift for @dreadfutures as part of the 2023 DAFF DIscord's OC Swap

writing this fic was not only an absolute joy, it was a pinnacle for me: if I could write a fic that captured the depths of Blue's OCs, I could probably do anything. And I did! And I can! It was exactly what I needed at the time and also a reminder that however blase my own knowledge or fandom experience feels to me, it will slot into what even the most knowledgeable fandom personalities know in surprising ways.

Shards of Glass - Female Brosca & Rica Brosca, Rated G, 3304 words

One of my first toe dips into the gray area of lore! It was so fun to imagine an alternative for Brosca's origins, to give her a deeper connection to the Stone, to play in the absolute barren wasteland wide open sandbox of Bioware's dwarven lore. Beyond that, this piece highlights my Sibling Bias™️ and how much i love exploring the DAO origins before the Blight, in general.

nothing hits the ground without an echo - Alistair & Bethany Hawke, Rated G, 1045 words

My first Dragon Age canon/canon fic! Absolutely wild to think that before I got into Dragon Age I was vehemently anti-oc in fanfic 😂 I'm so glad I outgrew that and can love and celebrate all of our OCs. At the same time, it was a joy to return to my canon x canon roots and play up the Grey Warden lore and happenings at Vigil's Keep that seemed to die in game after Awakening ;-;

I carried my own ashes to the mountain - Zevran Arainai & Female Brosca, Rated G, 1202 words

Nothing particularly poetic to say about this one, to be perfectly honest, I just like the Vibes™️. I think the humor and sarcasm suits my writing personality, and the lighthearted overtones that are haunted by unnamed pining and angst are Very Me :3 Also Nika not recognizing her face and yet reluctant to let go of it until someone gives her permission is something deeply personal to me, that I didn't even realize until after I'd written this. I look back on it and go, yep, yeah, I see you now, past mer😅

#ask game #about mer #mer speaks #my writing #dragon age #dragon age fanfic #dao #dai #da2 #smoochuals

[dreadfutures]

Welcome to Blue’s Blog

I’m an artist, fic writer, and admin at @thedasincolor and @dadrunkwriting, but science is my day job!

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CURRENTLY PROMOTING:

Please check out my murder mystery fic!

it ends, or it doesn’t.

Rated T, 7 chapters, 45k. Complete. Felassan finds himself investigating a murder with a ragtag group of three outcast Dalish, uncovering an ancient ruin hidden in plain sight and the ugly secret trapped at its heart. Illustrated by Adurna-0! With additional commissioned art by sbeep and crunchyncrumbly.

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Characters & AUs

Bloodied and Broken World State

Elvhenan AU

One Wild and Precious Life AU

Shadows in the Sun AU

The Mirrorverse Collaborative AU - OPEN!

Halevune Mahariel | Garrett Hawke | Inquisitor Ixchel Lavellan

Pronunciation: Ixchel.

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Bloodied & Broken World State

Main Series (Ixchel's Story)

Full Collection

Rust & Bone (Halevune Mahariel and his family)

In-continuity tumblr drabbles: #bloodied and broken bits

Ship tags:

Solavellan: #broken mirrors

Mahariel x Morrigan & Kieran: #old blood older still

Platonic: #cage of the ribs

This is my Dragon Age series following Inquisitor Ixchel Lavellan and her battle to  find hope for herself, and hope for Thedas.

Her story truly begins in  Dead Pasts and Dread Futures--with her suicide. As the world ends, Ixchel is resurrected under mysterious circumstances and is sent back in time to the Conclave. Ixchel is furious, convinced of her own futility, and yet she cannot give up again.These are the stories of how she gets better. She’ll bring the world with her on that journey, which continues now in The Brave Guide.

TOO LONG, DIDN'T READ: Dead Pasts and Dread Futures Summary

Main Series Reading Order:

1.0 - Lead Her Through the Darkness - [BECandCall]:Oneshot. Complete.This is the story of how Ixchel found her name. BECandCall aka DuchessofSwoll wrote this gift for me during the Dragon Age Fanfiction discord server’s OC swap month.

1.1 - Two-Handed: INCOMPLETE. The story of Ixchel’s first life, as a teenage Inquisitor. Ixchel comes to the Conclave as an effort to win favor from Clan Lavellan. She does not have vallaslin, or any experience as a warrior--or any idea of how precious friends and family could be. This is not a Solavellan story.

1.2 - Ruined Empires and Dust: Drabbles from Ixchel’s young life. Angsty.

1.3 - The Vallaslin:Oneshot. Complete.Ixchel is finally offered the vallaslin of Dirthamen after proving to Keeper Hawen how dedicated she is to preserving Elven history. Solas cannot in good conscience let her take them. Not without a warning. (Follow-up post here.)

1.4 - The Hope of Fen’Harel: Oneshot. Complete. Ixchel’s Trespasser eluvian scene with Solas. 

2.0 - Dead Pasts and Dread Futures. 170 chapters, 600k. Complete. Ixchel is in her mid-twenties when she ends her life, tired of being the Hope of Thedas and the Hope of Fen’Harel, and tired of being alone. As the world ends, she gets resurrected and sent back in time. She is very angry, and very depressed about it. Ixchel struggles. She finds hope.

3.0 - The Brave Guide. Longfic. ONGOING! Regular updates. A direct continuation of Dead Pasts and Dread Futures.

Hot Takes. Complete. Discarded draft. Smutty.

Dread Wolf and the Champion.Excerpt fic. Complete. The collection of only Solavellan moments of Ixchel and Solas in Dead Pasts, Dread Futures. In case you just wanted some Solavellan with (less) politics and interpersonal conflict.

Our Careless Heads with Roses Bound: Drabbles. Ongoing.Fluff Prompts for Bloodied & Broken characters set during both Dead Pasts and Dread Futures or The Brave Guide.

(3.1) Fade to Blue.Oneshot. Complete. An extended, stand-alone version of a smutty chapter in The Brave Guide. No other reading required. <3

(3.2) The Day the Dread Wolf Wed the Brave Guide - [exalted_dawn | @exalted-dawn-drabbles ]. Ongoing. My beautiful friend and dear Beta, Ed, decided to write how her OC Talenna convinced and orchestrated Ixchel to do a bonding ceremony with Solas, at the Arlathvhen, after Corypheus’s defeat. It’s beautiful and I adore it.

(3.3) the road seems too wild for mixing it with blues.Oneshot. Complete. Written as a gift for the Solavellan Hell Exchange 2022. Solas and Ixchel have a happy ending, visiting Cumberland as tourists--not as famed and feared leaders. Pure fluff.

(3.4) it ends, or it doesn’t. 7 chapters, 45k. Complete. Written for a terribly managed Big Bang, but one of my favorite fics ever. Felassan finds himself investigating a murder with a ragtag group of three outcast Dalish, uncovering an ancient ruin hidden in plain sight, and  the ugly secret trapped at its heart. Illustrated by Adurna-0!

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#Elvhenan AU

Ixchel gets sent back not to the Conclave but to Elvhenan, with a fragmented memory. This is not Solavellan but rather Dirthamen x Lavellan.

Currently this exists in prompts only, and:

Ship Tags:

Dirthamen x Lavellan: #sunbird

Ancient Elves and Ancient Spirits: #Glory and Valor and Pride and Wisdom

The Inexorable Tide - [kittynomsdeplume]. Oneshot. Ixchel appeared in Elvhenan in an explosion that leveled Falon’Din’s temple. Dirthamen takes her in, for she wears his vallaslin, and slowly teaches her the Elvhen language...and they fall in love. A BEAUTIFUL GIFT from the 2021 Beyond The Veil Discord Server Satinalia Exchange.

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#One Wild and Precious Life

Solas and Inquisitor Ixchel Lavellan defeat Corypheus, heal the Veil, and thwart the Evanuris, but Solas falls into uthenera again. He wishes that now-immortal Ixchel would live a full life, and to her own surprise...she does. She falls in love with the widowed Prince of Starkhaven, and he with her.

This exists in drabbles and prompt fills only.

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#Shadows in the Sun

My world state for DA4!

Ixchel Lavellan was 16 when she became Inquisitor, but rather than end her life as she does in Dead Pasts and Dread Futures, she chooses to live. Kieran enlists her help in searching for his mother, who drank the Well of Sorrows and now has disappeared. Eventually Kieran x Ixchel will happen.

This exists in drabbles and prompt fills only at the moment, but that will undoubtedly change.

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The Mirrorverse Collaborative AU

The Dragon Age Fanfic Writers Discord Server anniversary (Aug 2021) generated a bunch of crossover-type gift fis and introduced the idea of a multiverse connected by eluvians. Thus, the Mirrorverse was born.

If anyone wants to play in this sandbox or read OCs interacting in each others’/an in-between reality, I have an open collection for fics that have any Dragon Age OCs crossing universes via mysterious eluvians! They’re fun to play with and people are making gifts for their friends or just having their own OCs interact, it’s great!

We love seeing this device, please use it and tag us/submit to the collection! This isn’t limited to friends-of-mine/members of any server. We just love this gimmick and would love more multiverse interactions out there. It’s such a fun way to play with OCs.

The Bar at the End of the Multiverse - [CrackingLamb]. Oneshot. Multiple Inquisitor Lavellans wander through mysterious eluvians and find themselves at a bar for some bonding time.

Walkers of the Lonely Path. Multichapter (5). Complete. A gift fic I wrote for six Lavellans and one Mahariel. It’s essentially a dungeon crawl, with lots of lore, angst, and elven bonding.

i want to share your mouthful - [RosellaWrites]. Oneshot. Virelan Lavellan post-Trespasser struggles to let go of the weight of her responsibilities as Inquisitor and mother. Ixchel helps with sparring, bathing, and some sex.

turning stones to look for light. Oneshot. Complete. A gift fic I wrote for Rosella-Writes, where Ixchel holds Virelan’s Solavellan baby and muses about whether Virelan’s version of Solas has any hope of redemption.

tell me if i drown - [Lalaen].  Oneshot. Gethrael Lavellan, reeling after a horrific experience in Wicked Eyes, Wicked Hearts, goes to the Bar at the End of the Multiverse and runs into Ixchel. 

#dragon age fanfic #long post #pinned post #suicide

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Haiiiii ✨💛 *serve minimo tre teglie di tiramisù*

For the AU meme (please do pick just one if these are too much :'D) : -15 for an Alyra and Aisling tag team (bonus if Merrill is interfering) -16 for the raccoon of our hearts and/or bearded king Garrett (but the king/queen is someone unexpected OO:) -26 for all of the babies / two of your choice / it's the TQC crew (omg!) instead and the DM is Darcy bambino mio bellissimo aaaaand of course Shahra has Something To Say about it because the setting is clearly a ballroom scene disguised as a dungeon

MA BUONGIORGIO.

I’m writing this as I start: let’s see if I can make it with three short things to post all together. The first one set my brain on fire and I’m loving it so WHO KNOWS.

Added after the first AU: OOPS. In my defense: I love urban fantasy and New York settings and this could become a series by itself.

Tis the prompt list

Could be Worse.

15. Urban fantasy/paranormal (werewolves, vampires, ghosts, paranormal investigators, etc.)

It all had seemed a good, innocent enough way to make more money.

Or at least, that’s what Alyra had thought at the start, when she and Morrigan had set up this whole endeavour.

They needed it to keep their house, an old abandoned firehouse that they were slowly and steady renewing. Except, the rent spiked, and neither of them together could allow it anymore. Go figure with a child of 10 in the middle.

So they decided, one night, that combining forces for a little, innocent scam that could bring them some more money, would have been the way to go. They just needed the guts to lie in people face, and they both had it, and competences enough to make their stories plausible - and they had them too.

Morrigan, an History professor at the Saint Nug Community College and part-time herbalist, would have made something up to root their claims in historical evidences, and concoct a fake exorcism. Alyra, a forensic psychologist, would convince old grannies that what they saw was correct. They just needed a scientific counterpart.

Hence when Lavellan came in. A colleague of Morrigan, who couldn’t lie to save her life and was there only because her job didn’t pay her enough to repay her student debt (“You wouldn’t believe how little Columbia pays their PhD students and assistants!” she would say, laughing it off), but beside the weird habit to dance when she had a blowtorch in her hand -who left Alyra extremely worried and had set on fire at least two cardboard boxes, one flower vase and Kieran’s homeworks- she was clever and insanely competent.

Or well, usually.

Not when she was shaking her instrument like it was a spray can, a frown on her face as the relevator beeped and booped wildly.

In front of the client, of course.

“Everything is perfectly all right, Mrs D’Onterre, our expert is just…” Alyra looked behind her, at the blonde who was now hitting her device against the wall as they walked on, muttering something with a pout in her voice. “… Checking that our instruments are perfectly functional. Which they are, right, Dr. Lavellan?”

“Oh? Y-yes, uh…” She blushed and stopped using her relevator as a hammer, retreating it and starting to look at it intentely, a deep frown on her face. They had tried to teach her to make a poker face, with scarce results for now. At least she was aware of it enough to look elsewhere. “… There’s some great activity, here.”

“Which means that we must be close.” Morrigan concluded, much more convincingly, stepping quicker and stopping before the group in front of a closed door. She turned on herself, making a show with a swirl of the fringes of her shawl and a tingle of jewelry as she did so. She dressed the part of the witch, and looked like one, deep kajal making her eyes seem even more poignant in the dim light of the old house. All in black and dark Bordeaux, she looked positively like a raven. “Now, Mrs D’Onterre, I must ask you to leave us alone. We need to commune with the Spirit, for the exorcism to be effective.”

“But I’m sure I could be of help in communicating with my poor, poor husband-” The lady tried to argue, nervously playing with the long string of pearls on her neck.

From the noise of them, Alyra considered, they must have been true: which only meant they could ask for more money than what they initially thought. If only Aisling could behave and stop glaring at the screen as if it had something wrong and she was surprised it reacted, it would have been an easy job, and they would have returned home with a glorious first gig in their pocket, and the money to pay rent.

“That’s exactly why you shouldn’t be here.” Alyra added, with a sympathetic hand coming to rest onto the woman’s shoulder. Her shirt was silk. Of course it was. “Ghosts process grief much more violently than the living. Have you heard of the five stages of grief?”

“I-” The woman looked at her, confused. “Y-yes, of course.”

“Denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. One after the other. Our departed add Revenge and Destruction, if they’re treated in the wrong way.”

The woman paled at the revelation. Alyra smiled, faking a sympathy she really didn’t feel in the least.

“I know it’s difficult to stay away from your beloved husband, I promise we’ll call you in if the situation will allow it. We just need to make sure dear old Woodrow is past his Revenge or Destruction phase.”

“I see. Please, do all you can, there’s a Picasso in that room, that was his late mother’s. It would destroy him if some harm came to it.”

Alyra’s smile only grew, as her mild disgust for the woman in front of her. But she was a professional, so she just patted the other woman’s shoulder and promised her they would have been extremely careful and done all they can. Poor old Woodrow only needed assistance to pass into the light, and she could have returned to admire the painting her husband so loved.

And then, finally, after a last recommendation from Morrigan not to open the door, no matter what she heard or saw, they were finally alone in a filthy rich reading room. Scantly lit as well, because if they could afford bookshelves of pure mahogany, a table coffee between two sofas with a marble plane and yes, a damn Picasso painting over the mantel, covered by two flower vases that partially hid it from view, paying for new lightbulbs was definitely too much.

“Fucking parasite.” Alyra hissed.

Morrigan chuckled and started to pour the content of her bag on the coffee table, putting everything in order and sitting on one of the sofas exactly like she belonged, perfectly at ease in the luxury. Hadn’t she known she was born in a hippie community with no running water, Alyra could have thought her for a rundown ex debutante raised in the Upper West Side. She fixed a lighter, an incense burner with some sticks, a bunch of laurel, lavender and rosemary tied together, a small collection of crystals of various colours and shapes, some charts and a golden pendulum.

Which left Alyra free to turn towards the third party, glaring at her and pointing her hands on her hips.

“What did we say about rule number 3?”

“Stick to the plan and follow your hints.” She huffed, fishing a screwdriver out of a pocket of her boiler suit and lowering the goggles on her eyes. They seemed impossibly large and made her look like a fish. “I’m sorry, but this fucking thing is behaving.”

“Behaving how?”

It indeed was still beeping and booping like crazy, filling the room. It was getting pretty annoying, no way around it, and the fact that miss Columbia Doctorate was frowning at him, didn’t bode to anything good.

“It shouldn’t beep like so! It’s supposed to detect electromagnetism in the air… I calibrated it to detect the fields of house appliances, like fridges and A/C units, tvs… But it should not be so loud and insisting. Unless they have a real problem. Something is letting out a strong magnetic field, which makes my relevator react. I don’t know what it is, maybe they have a generator which is malfunctioning, such a strong field can only be caused by a quantity of electricity that isn’t really safe for a house, and if we calculate-”

She stopped, at least, realizing something. She looked up, eyes impossibly big behind the lenses and finally noticing that her colleagues were observing her with utter disinterest in their faces.

“Uhm, either I calibrated it to be way too sensible, or every bits of metal should be magnetic in this house.”

Alyra nodded, and walked briskly to a window, where she tried to stick the house keys to the metal handle. When she let them go, the keys fell to the parquet without a hint of resistance. Huffing in annoyance, the redhead picked them back up.

“Not a magnet. Please make that infernal device stop or I’ll throw it out the window.”

“I’m trying.” Aisling insisted, grumpily, as she slipped her bag on the carpet and sat on the sofa opposite of Morrigan, one ankle folded behind the opposite knee and back curved over her instrument. She fished some more instruments from her bag and set to work.

“Or maybe there’s truly a ghost.” Morrigan said, absent-mindedly, blowing on an incense stick and waving it around.

“Please.” Alyra groaned.

“Why not? This house is very old. XVII century, from the Dutch coloners. The legend says that Gertrude, the daughter of the owners, rich fabric merchants, evoked a demon and killed all her family. And there has been… Quite a few murders in the course of the centuries. All dead by stabbing.”

“We’re in New York City, people stab each other all the times.”

“Not all the time, my love.”

“Remind me to invite you to the next bring your son at work day. You’d be surprised.”

Morrigan chuckled, as she walked around with the incense stick, filling the room with its perfume as she kept on telling the story of that place, and more on the stabbing part. All the victims had been found in that library, all stabbed in the very same vital point. It wasn’t, that much was clear and Alyra worked with the police enough to know it, not the job of an amateur. And with enough mental openness, Morrigan concluded, one could also say that it was the job of not more than one person.

“Or just a bunch of history nerds with prosecution of grandeur and narcissism enough. Do you know how many Zodiacs have appeared?” Alyra muttered, propped on a windowsill and still not convinced.

Still not convinced by the fact that apparently, the smoke all flowed towards a certain corner of the library, right above a big brass globe that worked as liqueur cabinet. Morrigan observed it with interest.

“Odd.”

“There must be an air vent there. Come on, chant some things, spray your water, let’s go. This will cost the old goose enough money for all three of us, and we’ll have pizza on the way back.”

“You really don’t believe in anything unexplainable, do you?” Morrigan turned, cracking half a smile towards her as she raised an eyebrow.

“I think ghosts are just the products of suggestions. There’s no scientific evidence to support sightings, right?”

She turned towards Aisling, who now stood still, looking at the screen with less of a challenge on her face and pure concentration. She rose the goggles back on top of her head, and was munching on the back of the screwdriver absent-mindedly, leaving it beep, and didn’t look up as she spoke.

“Maybe it’s a ghost for real.”

Silence fell on the room. Or well. Almost, because the damned detector was still going crazy.

“You’re fucking kidding me.”

“I’m not. I wouldn’t have accepted this job if I didn’t believe in ghosts and the paranormal.” She looked up, blinking at Alyra with disbelief. “You don’t believe in it?”

“Of course not, this is a scam and I have a Master! You’re a Physicist, why do you believe in ghosts?”

“Because the world is that much duller if Nessie doesn’t exist.”

“You do believe in Nessie.”

“Of course! She’s very gentle and I’d like to give her some scratches. Such a good girl.”

“How do you scientifically explain a plesiosaurus in a Scottish loch?”

“There’s so many things Science hasn’t explained yet…”

“I told you she was the right person for this job, love.”

Alyra groaned loudly, and marched to the liqueur cabinet as well. If she was the only rational one that was sure they were scamming a rich idiot and nothing more, and wasn’t there hunting for ghosts, she definitely needed some liquid courage to restore some of her patience. She opened the globe and took out a bottle of whiskey that looked pricey enough. A fresh gust of wind breezed in her face, but she shrugged it and ascribed it to the air vent.

“Alyra-”

“Stop me.”

She uncorked the bottle -an old Glen McKenna from 1936- and brought it to her lips, when the bottle literally exploded in her hand.

She yelped and jumped behind her, covering the spike in noise from the detector behind her. Morrigan jumped at her, pushing her away and pressing her thumb in her palm, hard. Something felt wet there, and when Alyra looked down, there was blood on her hand.

“… Hell of an alarm.”

“We should get back.”

“We are due rent in two days. Clean this mess, say some prayers, take her money and get out.”

“She’ll realize we didn’t do anything, ask the money back and we’ll be over.”

“There’s no ghost!”

“DOWN!”

Aisling yelled, and Morrigan pushed Alyra down on the ground, just in time for a knife to be thrown over their heads, swishing in the air… And stopping its flight right in the centre of the Picasso on the mantelpiece, swinging forlornly this way and that.

The trio froze, as the detector launched a continuous beep in the air. Alyra’s butt was wet with spilled whiskey and she was sure she had other glass shards in her thigh. But all she could think about was another thing.

“Tell me that painting is a fake, please.”

Morrigan swatted her arm, groaning. Except, another knife appeared out of thin air, pointed right at them.

They froze instantly. How quaint, that when he came to bring them food -which was maybe not so casually every time Aisling was in charge of cooking lunch for everyone when they worked- Cullen, Aisling’s boyfriend, an ex-sergeant in the NYPD, suggested to come with them. Just for support and to do the heavy lifting. Alyra dismissed it with a groan, saying that they didn’t need a person more, and they couldn’t have justified his presence too. He wasn’t thrilled about it, but respected the no.

It would have come handy, right now, a fourth person that actually knew how to behave in a fight.

Everyone got stabbed in New York City, after all, and apparently today was their turn.

“We’re here to help!” Aisling declared aloud, talking right to the corner with the globe as she rose up, hands up in the air, a ghastly expression on her face.

The knife stilled.

No one moved.

“Go on.” Morrigan said, voice aloof as her usual, but Alyra knew her enough to read fright in it. Fright, in how her hands were clutched on her arm.

“I- uh- Sure.” The Physicist behind them continued, clearing her throat. “We- we- We were sent by your wife. Your lovely, lovely wife, to help you.”

The knife moved.

“NO! Please!”

The knife stilled.

“I- uh- W-we didn’t want to touch your things. Or… Or offend you. We did offend you, didn’t we? I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

No reaction from the knife. She walked slowly, palms still up in the air, and never turning from facing the corner. She walked around the coffee table and the other sofa, making her way impossibly slowly towards the corner with the liqueur globe.

“I’m Aisling. That’s Alyra, she’s my friend… She apologizes from taking the whiskey. Right?”

“I don’t-”

Two sets of eyes, one green and the other of a hazel so light that it looked yellow in some light, turned to look at her with scolding. Alyra felt the stupidest she ever felt in her life, but whatever trick it was, she played along. Whatever Aisling was doing was working, and by her own rule, everyone should play along. Damned sisterhood.

“I apologize. I shouldn’t have taken the whiskey without asking.”

The knife lowered its point, and Alyra paled considerably.

“See? She’s not that bad. She’s just a little grumpy and abrasive, but she’s very caring.” Aisling kept on, slowly making her way towards the corner.

“I’m not-”

“You are, love, silence.”

“And the other is Morrigan. She’s a good mom and she knows a lot of things! Really a lot. You would like her, if you read all these books. Her office is also full of books.”

The blonde kept chatting and telling trivial things, which incredibly seemed to be working. The knife didn’t raise again, didn’t motion to move and be thrown. It stood there, still in the air as the blonde apparently tried to befriend an invisible presence or a weird tourist trap. Alyra kept chanting in her head that it was just a tourist trap. That it was just a trick with the A/C, that was why the room was suddenly colder and she could see her breath condensed. That the knife was just hanging from a nylon string that they couldn’t see in the dim light. That was why the light was so dim, so they couldn’t see the trick.

Except, when Aisling came to stand right in front of the weapon, telling the presence of the squirrels in Central Park, and about how she saw one rolling down a hill full of fresh fallen leaves, once, and it was so cute. Slowly, very slowy, she managed to move a hand down and gently close her fingers on the handle of the knife.

“-There.” She said, smiling a little forcibly, but still a smile. “I knew you were good, Woodrow!”

She took the knife in her hand took breath to speak again, when someone else spoke.

“I’m not Woodrow.”

The blonde yelped and jumped behind, letting go of the knife. She stomped heavily on glass shards, thankfully with heavy combat boot on, and Morrigan yelped too, retreating over Alyra to dodge the knife that landed on the carpet where her foot was.

“I’m Cole.”

---

“… And you’re sure you really don’t mind it?”

Alyra asked, flabbergasted by the… Stoicism or stupidity, she couldn’t say, of Aisling’s boyfriend, leaning casually over the door of what had to be the oldest station wagon in the city.

“There are worse things.” He simply answered, shrugging as if it everything was normal.

“Worse thing? Worse things than welcoming a ghost that started to throw knives at people because in 1776 the one person who could see him asked him to guard the house and don’t let people steal from them? What is worse?”

Her voice sounded shrill, and she knew that from an external point of view she would have really looked like the worst in the little group that collected in front of the old firehouse, between the aforementioned run down station wagon and a Volkswagen Westfalia painted in purple and Bordeaux and ravens. And that group counted Morrigan, still dressed like your friendly neighbour witch, in boho fashion, one ring for finger and burning a bunch of bay leaves and rosemary around a floating takeaway cup of mango lassi that was somehow drinking up from the straw, with a decisive sound of sucking, all by itself, and an Aisling that kept on chatting with said floating takeaway cup. Explaining minutely how mango lassi can solve everything in the world, her mother always said, and how he would have loved the flat, and Cullen’s pancakes the next morning.

Said Cullen, who blinked twice at her, and in the most serious way, like he wasn’t talking with a person who was at her second existential crisis of the day, answered.

“She brought home a horse, last year.”

“Horses exist, ghosts don’t!”

He turned to look at the lassi cup, which lowered in time as a male voice spoke:

“I want to see the squirrels.”

“You don’t need to walk ghosts and clean their poop.” Cullen continued, cool as a cucumber. “And I hope this ghost won’t wake me up munching on my toes. Or sit on the couch and bite if you try to move him.” A pause, and he frowned, finally worried. “He can’t bite, can he?”

“The throwing knives part doesn’t bother you? Seriously??”

“I was in the NYPD. Won’t be the first knife attack of my life, won’t be the last. You’re a forensic psychologist, you should know it.”

Oh yes, Alyra did know it. All too well. And furthermore, she was really at a loss for further counter-arguments about that whole predicament. She could hope to win if it was two against one, using her relationship to Morrigan as a lever, and the old “I’m the mother of your son!” argument. But this was becoming 3 against 1, and ghosts existed, her wounded hand hurt, and all she thought she knew about the world was wrong.

So, she grunted, decided that she could stop playing hysterics, that was Williamsburg and not a playground, they just made it back from Manhattan all in one piece -more or less-, they got paid well, and their ectoplasmic impossible new friend was going to Jackson Heights with Aisling and Cullen. All she had to do and all she did was, now, regain some dignity, ignore how Cullen sympathetically patted her shoulder and told her that Aisling’s mother was right about mango lassi, and to just eat something and go to sleep.

With Alyra’s chagrin because she knew he was right but hated people mothering her.

With Alyra’s even greater chagrin, Aisling bid her goodnight by hugging her tight, as if they were suddenly best friends and without minding that all the redhead did as a comeback was awkwardly patting her back.

They wove their goodbyes as they hopped on the car, and with a half empty lassi floating in the backseat, they drove away into the night and left the other couple on their own.

“You told me it was a scam.” Alyra retorted.

“I told you that potentially it was a scam.” Morrigan blinked, turning annoyed by that discussion. “Only if we didn’t find a ghost. It’s different.”

“You chose her of all people because she’s mad as a hatter?”

“I chose her because she’s really good at what she does. She turned down a research position at Columbia to go and teach at a community college, you know? And yes, because she believes in ghosts and Bigfoot and Nessie.”

“Maybe you should just go as a pair. Marry her and not me and live and work together in a world full of undead teens and seances and werewolves and dragons, without me breaking your rhythm.”

Morrigan looked at her with a look. With disappointment and scepticism, crossing her arms at her chest and bending her head that way. The same way she had looked at her ever since they met, when they disagreed.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Alyra grumbled, turning to get back in the house, marching towards the door.

“I look at you as you should be looked at, right now.” She replied, stopping her with a hand on the shoulder, squeezing.

Alyra turned and let the other hug her. She smelled like laurel and rosemary and incense, the shawl soaked all the perfumes she used in the night. It was a good perfume, and it smelled like her. She melted right into that, sighing heavily and circling her lover with both arms, before speaking again.

“I’m sorry. It was just… A lot to take in, and I’m looking for some easy target to blame to rationalize something that can’t be rationalized.”

“I know, love. It’s going to be all right. She’s right about one thing, tho.”

“…What?” She groaned.

“That Punjabi place was good. I bought you some Biriyani. And a mango lassi.”

“… You too.”

“I’m objective, and you are not. And you’re always grumpier with an empty belly.”

Alyra groaned, pushing the other away and rummaging in her backpack to find the keys, marching up to the door.

“I’m grumpy because ghosts fucking exist and Miss Unicorns and Rainbows wants to fix it with yogurt and mango.”

“It’s a lot to take on, but you know what does it mean?”

“What?”

Morrigan turned, stopping beside her and grinning with the exact same expression of a cat who just put its paws on a big, fat tuna while the fishmongers was distracted.

“We’re gonna make a lot of money out of it.” She grinned more. “So, now get your shit together and eat. Yogurt and mango won’t put you in any more existential crisis, I’m sure, and we do need Unicorns and Rainbows to make those money.”

Alyra then didn’t mind being pushed out of the way, handled a paper bag smelling heavily of spices, and let her fiancée open the door and enter first, with a huff of satisfaction as she sat on the bench and slipped out of her boots.

Maybe she was right, and that was what they needed.

But Alyra, forensic psychologist with a Master, refused to admit that anyone was right on mango lassi as the universal solution to all problems.

She could accept ghosts, but not that.

---

The road back to Jackson Height went pleasantly.

No one was around at that hour of the night, so it mattered little if Aisling was turned towards the backseat, smiling and explaining and listening to Cole explaining that he could disappear, if he wanted. But he didn't want, and he wanted something to do.

The way he -dead at fifteen and still sounding much like a teen- said that he needed to be useful to stay in this plane and get friends, and begged them to let him help, clutched at Aisling's heart with a vengeance. Cullen squeezed her hand, knowing, and she assured the ghost that he could stay all day on their couch doing nothing, for all they cared. It was, indeed, a very comfy couch.

They settled up for some more house rules -no haunting electronics, those were a lot of money, no waking up if not for emergencies, no touching the stove- as they went, driving the whole way up to the old ground floor flat they occupied.

Parked the pick up, they showed Cole the inside. It wasn’t much, and Aisling had to put some effort in shooing the pinto horse from the couch and back to the small courtyard outside, but it was well lived in. A yellow couch in front of a tv, a small kitchenette with a fridge all covered in photographs, more photographs and prints on walls painted in a warm shade of teal. A door to the bathroom, one to a bedroom, a glass one to the courtyard. A small table with space for six, another with two chairs outside.

Cole didn’t need a bed, but Cullen made him one on the couch anyway, shrugging it off as just “a trial, see how you like it”, as Aisling put all her instruments from the bag back to a bookshelf near a desk all covered in papers, notes and books in a terrible order.

Half an hour later, the couple bid goodnight to their new roommate, reminded the horse to be on his best behaviour, and closed the bedroom for the night.

They were, actually, too tired to spend much many words, and just hopped in their pjs and under the covers. Aisling curled up against Cullen’s side, as he switched the light off.

But evidently some more words were there to spend. After ten minutes in the dark, Aisling spoke again.

“Cullen?”

“Mh.”

“Are you sleeping?”

“Yes.”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“No Quantum Mechanics after dinner, hon.”

“Mpf, it’s not Physics.”

“Go on, then.”

She shifted on his side, crossing her arms on his chest to look him in the face as she made it.

“You worked with Alyra when you were in the police, right?”

“Some times, yes.”

“Does she hate me?”

Cullen opened an eye, looking at the silhouette of her face in the dark. And sighed heavily.

“She doesn’t.”

“But she always, always look at me with such an annoyed face… I don’t know, I feel like I’m always saying the wrong thing.”

“Does she blink when she looks at you?”

“Uh?”

He sighed, shifting a little to get more comfortable under her weight, recalling years ago, before he resigned from the central.

“She always looked annoyed and grumpy. At everyone. And yet she always had a helping hand. But when she was pissed off for real… She looked at you without blinking, let you finish speaking and then destroyed you with words.”

He bent up slightly, pushing his head forward to plant a kiss on Aisling’s forehead, affectionately.

“Mh. I was thinking to quit.”

“What? Why? You’ve been so happy to go at their place.”

He sat up, propping himself on his elbows and switching the lamp on the side table on back again. She blinked in the light, shifting to rest her head on his stomach, fingers absent-mindedly playing with the fabric of his shirt. She didn’t look at him.

“I like Morrigan, a lot. And Kieran too… But if Alyra doesn’t like me… I don’t want to be annoying. I know we need the money… But I don’t know, maybe this is stupid. Maybe I should go back to uni.”

“Ash.”

“I think that if I called, Dorian and Solas could get me back my job. It was paid badly, but…”

“Ash, you hated it. They paid you awfully litte. No.”

“I brought home a ghost, Cullen! Who tried to kill me!”

He frowned down at her, with reproach.

“Little Brother tries to kill us twice a week, I remind you. How many toes has he broken you?”

“That’s different! Cole is a ghost!”

Cullen sighed heavily, moving to pick her up and bring her bust up against his. She helped the movement, grumpy but not so angry as to avoid the contact. He sat her on his lap, crossing his fingers on her waist, as she circled his chest.

“Honey, you know I love, you, right?”

“Yes, and…?”

“… And I love you, but honestly ‘we found a ghost, can I keep him’, it’s not remotely the weirdest thing you ever told me or asked me.”

A moment of silence, and she frowned at him.

“What the fuck, Cullen??”

“It’s not you and Dorian talking about Quantum Mechanics over dinner and expecting me to understand.”

“We made it easy! I teach, and he’s-”

“Quantum Mechanics, Aisling. With formulas.”

Another moment of silence.

“And demonstrations.” Cullen concluded.

Aisling pushed back to face him and give him a look full of disbelief and reproach, before slipping down and flopping heavily at his side, on her back with her arms crossed on her chest.

“See, that’s why I went to teach to Saint Nug. You could understand us if you just had some more maths-”

He chuckled, slipping down himself to hug her and press a kiss on her temple, soothingly.

“It’s a lot, that’s true. But it’s gonna be fine, honey. We faced worse things.”

“Like Quantum Mechanics at dinner?”

“I’ll admit that isn’t remotely the worse thing, even if I understand more your mother when she speaks Bengali.”

She laughed through a kiss, trying and failing to kiss her boyfriend back. She had more luck with just snaking her arms around his neck in a hug, finally relaxed.

“How come?”

“Have you ever tried your own cooking?”

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #morrigan x mahariel #cullavellan #paranormal investigation AU #aisling lavellan #alyra mahariel #writing petrel #if you can catch all the references you win a muffin!

[v-arbellanaris]

Re: rarepair Hell. I would like to know how many pits we mutually occupy, so. Could I get a list of like, idk, your top ten (based in enjoyment level) rarepairs? And/or headcanons but I would prefer "and".

okay i'll assume you mean dragon age specifically MFDSKJFSDKJF but okay, i'll list some!!!!

the obvious ones:

fenders (fenris x anders) : i love a good narrative foil

zevistair (zevran x alistair) : idk if this counts as a rarepair but!!! their canon flirting banters always make me go sooo insane. that you can include zevran in the foursome w alistair if alistair is hardened (lol) makes me INSANE. they are basically canon aND YET!!!!!!

warden x loghain : ive written so much abt them already. you get the idea

nanders (nathaniel x anders)

the less obvious ones:

anders/merrill (bonus: anders/merrill/isabela): for all the same reasons i ship fenders (which i would argue is still relatively a popular pair, so not quite rarepair??); they're such good mirrors, they're both encapsulate what the other fears. anders being 100% okay to hurt people despite being a healer vs merrill being a blood mage who has never wanted to hurt anyone is just *chef kiss*. you can take a look at this for more compelling reasons to ship them.

fenris/merrill: for all the same reasons as above. i think if u dont ship each individual LI of the kirkwall polycule w each other, u shouldnt say u ship the kirkwall polycule.

solavelyan / soladaar / soladash / solas x non-lavellan inqs: i still think it should've been a romance option for all inqs tho i suppose they didn't really have the time to develop a non-lavellan route for them, but i love thinking about it, and i love the vibes for it so much. again, i love narrative foils, and i think it's so natural to be drawn to someone who could understand you like that.

alistair x bethany: a not-templar and a not-circle mage, in the wardens together. i think they'd really like each other and have a very interesting kind of energy!!! they've both got these secret bitter/spiteful sides to them, there's a lot of parallels (like alistair thinking warden conscription is a good thing bc it was for him and bethany having v different emotions abt being a warden in general). i've also really enjoyed most of the fics i've read for them.

nathaniel x f!cousland: UNFORTUNATELY THOUGH i dont think i've been able to find the kind of fic i want for them in the tag. i've got too many wips as it is, but maybe one day i'll write the nathaniel/f!cousland fic of my dreams...

nathaniel x anora: this one is admittedly @rosella-writes' fault, but they've got me by the THROAT as a concept

m!hawke/cullen: LIKE ESPECIALLY IF IT'S ONE-SIDED FOR CULLEN it's something that can be SO fascinating to explore (esp in an amell worldstate). [shaking cullen] babygirl what is WRONG with you!!!!!!!

m!hawke/sebastian: sebastian grappling with his admiration for hawke vs his chantry vows but THIS TIME make it mlm..... i think this is probably baby vee coming through w how hard i used to ship d/estiel in the early 00's LMAO. fsr they hit the same beats in my skull.

morrigan/leliana: noooo girlies don't fight haha <3 they should dump the warden and kiss instead <3

josephine/the iron bull: i read a few fics for them that admittedly captured my interest. i think their dynamic is something that could really be interesting to delve into for so many reasons. i've read the evidence and i find it compelling enough to put on this list

#asks #i did not do headcanons but hopefully my lil blurbs make sense for why i ship them #this is not an exhaustive list this is just what i can think of/remember right now #BASICALLY. i'll ship anything if i find it compelling enough tbh

[broodwolf221]

dadwc prompts and info

general info:

no character death

i prefer romantic or platonic

pls specify prompt list ur using

ot3/poly prompts welcome

general prompts:

rare/unusual words (mine, but feel rb/use it yourself!)

sentences

micro story (please send the word/phrase)

medieval/fantasy sentences

deep conversations

people who aren't used to kindness

quote prompts:

as said by cassandra pentaghast

as said by dorian pavus

as said by solas

as said by merrill

fluff/romance/smut prompts:

fluff

50 types of kisses

sleeping

cuddles and snuggles

smutfic (please send word/phrase)

angst/whump prompts:

what are you hiding from me?

eerie loneliness

heavy content (mine, but feel free to rb/use it yourself!)

patching up wounds

other prompts:

oc codex

fantasy setting

characters:

dai - solas | varric | cassandra | sera | dorian | the iron bull | cole | leliana | morrigan | cullen | josephine | calpernia | flemythal

da2 - anders(justice) | fenris | merrill

dao - leliana | morrigan

arlathan - mythal | andruil | ghilan'nain

relationships:

solas x (nessa | velari | atros | valyris | varric | cassandra | cullen | bull | dorian | calpernia | mythal* | andruil* | ghilan'nain*)

anders x fenris

morrigan x (halcor | leliana)

sera x (delwyn | dagna)

ghilan'nain x andruil*

*messy/complicated ships, might end up in dead dove territory

major ocs:

nessa lavellan (f!rogue, solas)

velari lavellan (f!mage, solas)

atros shiral (m!rogue; city elf!inquisitor, solas)

delwyn lavellan (f!rogue, sera)

valyris lavellan (f!mage, solas)

developing ocs:

feydis lavellan (m!mage, ? maybe dorian)

yene adaar (f!mage, solas)

dimitra (non-inky, f!mage(/templar), cullen)

halcor brosca (m!rogue warden, morrigan then nathaniel)

less developed ocs:

yene adaar (female; mage; solas) yene is a driven vashoth who doesn't want anything to do with any of this, thank you very much. spends the early game looking for a way out but eventually realizes that because of the anchor, she's stuck here, at which point she starts making friends. planned solasmance bc i'm... immensely predictable. also he grows on her. this weird little elf guy who's obsessed with the fade and she's like. hm. i am charmed by the way u wax poetic about ur special interests.

halcor brosca (male; rogue; morrigan, then nathaniel) my canon warden, and someone i haven't written in many years but have been thinking about again recently. very rough around the edges, blunt, practical. has a terrible habit of diving headfirst into danger. he's enamored of magic and trust(ed?) morrigan 100% on everything magical - he also performed the ritual with her, so kieran is his son, although he never met him. afterwards during awakening canon he ended up with nathaniel - a surprise, especially since he didn't even know he was into men as well, but late nights talking around the fire slowly became more.

[mass-effect-galaxy]

Dragon Age Inquisition Cinematic 5: Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts

Empress Celene of Orlais is holding a ball in her Winter Palace to end the civil war with her cousin Grandduke Gaspard. But the Inquisition already knows that Corypheus is trying to kill Celene. The assassin can only be a member of Celene's inner circle. Together with her advisors, Lavellan attends the ball to unmask the traitor.

#dragon age inquisiton #dragon age #inquisitor lavellan #female lavellan #solas x lavellan #morrigan #Youtube

[myreia]

Myreia's Fanfic Masterlist

Fics are listed in chronological order where possible. Any fics that are not FFXIV are only available on AO3. All fics are finished unless otherwise noted. Fics depicting sexual scenarios are labelled as explicit.

✦ FFXIV

A Realm Reborn

Far From Happenstance | Aureia x Thancred (pre-relationship) | 3,786 words

Uncertainty | Aureia x Thancred (pre-relationship) | 1,179 words

To Ash and Ember | Aureia x Thancred (pre-relationship), Lahabrea | 2,057 words

Sand and Stone | Aureia x Thancred (pre-relationship) | 1,915 words

Heavensward

Bitter Frost | Aureia, Alphinaud, Haurchefant | 2,216 words

Divergence of the Heart | Aureia x Thancred (pre-relationship), Aureia x Aymeric, Thancred x Hilda

✦ Chapter 1: In the Cold | 2,787 words ✦ Chapter 2: The Nature of the Beast | 4,788 words ✦ Chapter 3: Coerthan Wisdom | 2,176 words ✦ Chapter 4: Transpositions | 2,078 words ✦ Chapter 5: Those of Noble Stock | 7,127 words ✦ Chapter 6: Promises Kept, Promises Made |  7,625 words ✦ Chapter 7: Rough Divide |  5,446 words [mature] ✦ Chapter 8: Carpe Diem | 6,093 words [explicit] ✦ Chapter 9: Nascency | 6,520 words [explicit] ✦ Chapter 10: Heart of Light | 6,640 words [mature] ✦ Chapter 11: Heart of Stone | 2,851 words

For All the Truths Left Unspoken | Aureia x Thancred (not established), background Aureia x Aymeric & Thancred x Hilda | 1,520 words

A Question of Desire | Aureia x Aymeric | 1,791 words

A Question of Home | Aureia x Aymeric | 2,143 words | explicit

Shadowbringers

Bound by Faith | Aureia x Thancred | 28,406 words | multipart | explicit

Other

The Long Way Home | Aureia x Thancred, Aureia x Aymeric, Aureia x Sidurgu, Aureia x Fordola | 7,870 words | mature | gpose + ficlet series (tumblr version here)

✦ Dragon Age

Rhea Tabris (Dragon Age: Origins)

City of Thieves | Rhea x Daveth | 14,206 words | multipart | abandoned

The Break | Rhea x Daveth | 4,210 words | explicit

Resistance | Rhea x Daveth | 25,370 words | multipart | explicit

Over a Pint of Dwarven Ale | Rhea/Alistair | 2,383 words

Moonlight | Rhea x Alistair | 6,914 words | explicit

Venara Lavellan (Dragon Age: Inquisition)

Main Canon

Like a Whisper Upon the Cold, Harsh Air | Solas, Venara | 2,271 words

Frozen in Ice, Revived by Fire | Venara x Solas | 2,464 words

In Storm and Shadow | Venara + many characters | 13,404 words | multipart

The Portrait | Venara, Josephine, rude Orlesians | 3,760 words

A Dance for You and Me | Venara x Solas | 1,716 words

Farewell to the Lioness | Venara x Solas | 2,452 words

Serenity | Venara x Solas | 2,727 words

At Last | Venara x Solas | 2,313 words

Home | Venara x Solas | 748 words

A Gift and a Promise | Venara x Solas | 2,282 words

Snowfall in the Imperium | Venara, Sera, Varric, Dorian | 2,056 words

And So the Seasons Turn | Venara, Sera, Josephine | 5,653 words

The Wolf's Daughter

The Witch's Offer | Venara, Morrigan | 2,147 words

The Wolf's Daughter | Venara, Alia, Solas | 2,224 words

Birdsong | Venara, Alia | 1,733 words

Vidomeda Adaar (Dragon Age: Inquistion)

Alchemy | Vidomeda, Mira Lavellan | 732 words

The Inquisitor and the Diplomat | Vidomeda x Josephine | 4,069 words | multipart | explicit

Rapture | Vidomeda x Josephine | 3,866 words | explicit

Ariane Hawke (Dragon Age 2)

Spark | Ariane x Sebastian | 1,622 words

Sorrow | Ariane x Sebastian | 2,695 words

Lorenna Hawke (Dragon Age 2)

Blood and Wine | Lorenna x Fenris | 3,969 words | multipart

Never Say Never | Lorenna x Fenris | 2,672 words

Wine Night | Lorenna x Fenris | 1,022 words

Arrow of Carnations (Dragon Age: Inquisition)

Josephine x Solas series.

The Voice of Reason | Josephine x Solas | 1291 words

Unraveled | Josephine x Solas | 5,438 words | explicit

Entangled | Josephine x Solas | 5,230 words

For the Best | Josephine x Solas | 1257 words

Crystal Grace | Josephine x Solas | 1,434 words | explicit

A Test of Patience | Josephine x Solas | 1927 words

Distractions | Josephine x Solas | 3,573 words | explicit

Divine | Josephine x Solas | 3,549 words | explicit

Such Sweet Sorrow | Josephine x Solas | 2,090 words

Not by Fate's Design (Dragon Age 2/Dragon Age: Inquisition)

Varric x Bianca series.

Stolen Kiss | Varric x Bianca | 1,832 words

Playing With Fire | Varric x Bianca | 4,207 words | explicit

Not This Time | Bianca, Bogdan | 732 words

A Crack in the Glass | Bianca, Celene | 4,025 words

The Paths That Never Cross | Varric x Bianca | 1,593 words

Other

Leave Me At the Shore of the Heart | Bethany x Anders | 9,333 words | multipart

Called | Alistair x Anora | 3,786 words

Candlelight | Iwyn Lavellan x Solas | 1,998 words | explicit | gift for @thevikingwoman

The Inquisitor's Warden | Rhea Tabris x Mahanon Lavellan | 4,063 words | explicit | gift for kagetsukai

✦ Horizon: Zero Dawn

A Girl and Her Strider | Aloy | 2,500 words

A Way to an End | Aloy, Nil | 1,541 words

Stardust | Aloy x Talanah | 3,254 words

Last Updated: 2024-01-21

#writing tag #writing masterlist