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greyvvardenfell · 3 years

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ohoHO @dierosenrot i fear you’ve opened pandora’s box here because like,,,, i’m gonna do this for Everyone (in my canon universes) with our lovely bog boy so. buckle up.

name one (1) singer, and match their songs to your favorite fictional couples (your own creations or another writers), then pass it on.

reyja north x julian devorak: work song

My babe would never fret none About what my hands and my body done If the Lord don't forgive me I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me

otheron indero x nazali satrinava: to noisemaking (sing)

I couldn't hope to know that song or know its words Wouldn't claim to feel the same we felt the first time it was heard And I couldn't name that feeling carried in that voice Was it that or just the act of makin' noise that brought you joy?

kodori yazakh x nadia satrinava: be

Be as you've always been (Lover, be good to me) Be like the love that discovered the sin (Lover, be good to me) That freed the first man and will do so again And, lover, be good to me (Lover, be good to me)

amalia grace sydgården x valerius: dinner & diatribes

Your friends are a fate that befell me Hell is the talking type I'd suffer Hell if you’d tell me What you'd do to me tonight

skylar trevelyan x lucio: from eden

Babe There's something tragic about you Something so magic about you Don't you agree? Babe There's something lonesome about you Something so wholesome about you Get closer to me

@ollioxenfreee

balam maitreya x portia devorak x nahara satrinava: NFWMB

Give your heart and soul to charity 'Cause the rest of you The best of you Honey, belongs to me

@atypicalacademic

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reydis brosca x zevran arainai: like real people do

I knew that look, dear: eyes always seeking Was there in someone that dug long ago So I will not ask you why you were creeping In some sad way, I already know

adam hawke x fenris: arsonist’s lullaby

When I was a man, I thought it ended When I knew love's perfect ache But my peace has always depended On all the ashes in my wake All you have is your fire And the place you need to reach Don't you ever tame your demons But always keep them on a leash

jakariel lavellan x dorian pavus x the iron bull: jackie and wilson

She blows out of nowhere, a roman candle of the wild Laughing her way through my feeble disguise No other version of me I would rather be tonight And Lord, she found me just in time 'Cause with my mid-youth crisis all said and done I need to be youthfully felt 'cause, God, I never felt young

hesra adaar x merrill alerion: wasteland, baby!

All the things yet to come are the things that have passed Like the holding of hands, like the breaking of glass Like the bonfire that burns, that all words in the fight fell to

Wasteland, baby I'm in love, I'm in love with you

#oh andrew thank you for your contribution to the world of ship songs #and also just. like. in general #and thank you rosie for Knowing that i would do the fuck out of this #i could probably do it with ben folds/ben folds five too but his songs fit better for individual people than ships #woo here come the tags #otp: over and over again into oblivion #(reyja and julian)#otp: savoring every ounce of sunlight #(thero and nazali)#otp: all you need is someone to trust #(yaz and nadia)#otp: love looking like diamonds #(mali and valerius)#otp: the gold to my silver #(reydis and zev)#otp: what you can and can't do #(adam and fenris)#ot3: playing with dragonfire #(jak dorian and bull)#otp: highest powers in lonely hours #(hesra and merrill)#(which is also the debut of their ship name because i just thought of it lol)#(it's from a savage garden song)#rey does tag memes

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greyvvardenfell · 6 years

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Fictober Day 31 // “Pumpkins are supposed to be orange!” // Reyja Brosca x Zevran, Adam Hawke x Fenris, Jakariel Lavellan x Dorian x The Iron Bull // Modern!AU

Reyja paced through the small apartment, pausing each time she walked by the kitchen window to peer up and down the street for signs of visitors. Zevran watched her from his perch on the counter beside an array of spoons, carving knives, and flickering, fall-scented candles. He sighed as she passed him once again and reached out to grab her and pull her close, folding his legs over her shoulders to trap her against the cupboards.

“You will wear yourself out before the night has even begun, my dear. You are even starting to make me anxious,” he said, stroking her hair.

Reyja squirmed without really trying to break his hold on her. “Remind me again why we decided to do this?”

“Because it will be fun.” Zevran leaned down to kiss the top of her head. “And you are a wonderful host.”

“Not as good as you,” she answered, smiling up at him. “Are you sure everything’s ready?”

“Every pen and pencil we own is here, the table is covered, there are spoons of all shapes and sizes for scooping, and I dug through all of my knives for the best ones to carve with.”

“All of your knives? How long did that take?”

A look of mild annoyance flitted over Zevran’s face. “A long time.”

Reyja laughed. “Well, I’ll make sure they’re all clean when we’re done. I don’t want any of them ruined by pumpkin evisceration.”

“Thank you, mi amora. Oh, and our pumpkins, of course.”

“Of course. How much do you want to bet that Adam’s going to say something about mine not being orange?”

“I imagine it will be one of the first things he says, likely before he greets either of us.”

“Come on, even he’s not that rude. He’ll say hi first, then comment on it.”

Zevran raised a pierced brow, eying her. “All right. Whoever wins gets the last piece of birthday cake.”

“That’s not fair, Zev. It’s your cake to begin with.” Reyja shifted his knees off her shoulders and turned around to face him.

“Exactly. I have no intention of giving up my prize, even to you. Adam Hawke will remark on the color of your pumpkin before he says hello, mark my words.”

Reyja lifted herself to her toes and planted her hands on either side of his hips, staring into his golden eyes. “You’re on. To the victor go the spoils, even if the spoils are a single slice of week-old cake.”

Zevran opened his mouth to respond, but a series of three sharp knocks cut him off. Reyja startled at the sound, flinching into his chest. He chuckled and lifted her chin for a quick kiss before jumping down from the countertop and crossing the kitchen. “Ready?” he asked softly, his hand resting on the doorknob. Reyja nodded once, inhaling deeply. Zevran offered her an encouraging smile and pulled the door open.

“Zevran! Reyja! Happy Halloween!” Their friend Jakariel, accompanied by his boyfriends Dorian and Bull, crowded the hallway, Bull’s horns narrowly avoiding leaving gouges in the ceiling.

“Come in, come in,” Zevran said, standing aside to usher them through the door. “And a happy Halloween to you as well.”

“It’s still a week away,” Dorian grumbled as he unwrapped his plush burgundy scarf.

“Don’t be a spoilsport, Dorrie. You said you were going to turn your frown upside down on the way here, but it still looks awfully frown-shaped to me,” Jak said over his shoulder, grinning.

Dorian scowled. “Don’t call me ‘Dorrie,’ Jak. I’m not an animated fish.”

“You guys need a sec?” Bull interrupted, shrugging past them with his arms full of pumpkins. He seemed to have brought more than the three of them would need. “Have some… stress to work out?”

“Oh my god.” Dorian flushed. Jakariel and Bull bumped hips as Bull walked by, as close as they could get to a high five with his load of pumpkins, and Zevran and Reyja exchanged a glance.

“Sorry, guys. We’ve been teasing him all day,” Jakariel said, turning to his hosts with a semi-apologetic shrug. “He isn’t really looking forward to hanging out with Adam and Fenris again, after last time, but then again, who is? I know, I know, they’re part of the gang, but still…” He trailed off. “I love them, but they drive me crazy sometimes, you know?”

“A perfect description, I would say, at least of Adam,” laughed Zevran. “Although from what I’ve heard, he used to be a lot worse. Can you imagine?”

“We don’t have to,” Bull said, shaking his head. “When we met him, Fenris was out of town for awhile. He was, uh…”

“Difficult,” said Dorian through clenched teeth.

“Difficult,” Jak and Bull agreed together.

Reyja made her way to Zevran’s side and reached for the comfort of his hand. Even among friends, the warmth that spilled from him gave her strength. “We have a bet going, that Adam’s going to say something about my white pumpkin before he even says hello. What do you guys think?”

Dorian perked up immediately. “A bet, you say? Who’s betting what?”

“I think he’s at least going to say hi first. Zev thinks he’ll jump down my throat immediately for not having an orange one.”

Dorian pondered the options, stroking his mustache. “I think I’m with Zevran. Manners are not a quality for which Adam Hawke is famous.”

“Aww, Dorian,” Reyja said playfully. “With you on my side, I might’ve at least had a chance to change his mind.”

“Is my word worth so much?”

“You’re the king of bets. Everyone knows that.”

“She’s right,” said Bull, turning around with a strange yellow squash in his hand.

“What is that you have there, Bull?” Zevran asked, resting one of his tattooed arms around Reyja’s shoulders. “Making a departure from tradition, are you?”

“Have I ever struck you as a traditional guy, Zev? That’s not really my style. This—” He pulled another, matching gourd from the pile he’d deposited on the counter, “—and this, is a crookneck squash. Do they look familiar?” Bull grinned and held them up to the sides of his head, just beneath his horns.

Reyja laughed. “You’re making a self-portrait? Out of pumpkins?”

“Hell yeah I am! We all are.”

“Oh my god, that’s amazing. How long is it going to take you?”

Bull shrugged and put his squashes back. “Eh, who knows? Gonna be fun, though. Jak brought chili peppers for his.”

“Sure did,” Jakariel said, pushing his hair back to show off the long, slender tips of his elven ears. “I found some yellow ones that were the perfect shape for my ears.”

“With some help.”

“With some help,” Jakariel qualified, leaning happily against Dorian. “From someone who knows what they look like a little better than I do.”

Dorian’s recently-faded blush returned and he coughed uncomfortably. Jak chuckled and kissed the strong line of his jaw.

A flash of headlights through the window and the beep of a locking car alerted them all to the arrival of Fenris and Adam before the Hawke couple’s harsh knocking could interrupt the atmosphere of the gathering. Zevran acted the doorman again as Dorian and Jak subconsciously retreated towards the safety of Bull’s towering form on the other side of the kitchen.

Fenris was the only one waiting outside when Zevran opened the door. He smiled warmly as he stepped inside, removing his shoes immediately. “Happy Halloween,” he said. A chorus of answers met him, and his grin widened even as he dropped his gaze to the floor. The group didn’t often get the chance to interact with him on his own, though he was closer to Reyja and Zevran than the others. “Adam will be just a moment. He forgot something in the car.”

Bull and Dorian looked at each other and Jakariel cleared his throat nervously. “Is he… how is he?”

Fenris missed nothing. “Willing to make amends,” he said evenly. “But I’ll not get involved, if you don’t mind. Adam can fight his own battles, as I believe he made clear.”

“More than clear, I should think,” Dorian muttered. Bull barely held back a snigger.

“Hey, can we not?” Reyja interjected, frowning. Zevran returned to her side and snaked his arm around her waist. “We’re all friends here, right? Let’s not be dicks. We can talk it out like adults when Adam gets here and clear the air.” She looked over the group. “Before we’re all armed,” she added, catching sight of the line of carving knives Zevran had laid out on the counter.

The door opened again of its own accord as Adam entered without knocking. His pale gray eyes scanned the gathering, a pumpkin tucked under each arm, and a muscle in his narrow jaw twitched. “Or we could let the past be the past, and not taint the evening with political debates that won’t change anyone’s mind,” he said by way of greeting, locking gazes with Dorian. The air trembled with tension as the two men measured each other, everyone else lingering uncomfortably on the sidelines.

“Agreed,” Dorian said finally. The room deflated.

“Good.” Adam paused for a moment, surveying the large, varied array of pumpkins and squashes on the counter behind him, eyebrows furrowed in distaste. “What’s with those?”

Zevran caught Reyja’s eye and gave her a cheeky grin. “Those what?” he asked innocently.

“Those distinctly non-pumpkin-colored things. Pumpkins are supposed to be orange. Is that one white?”

Zevran gave a hearty laugh at the look on Reyja’s face and the mix of confusion and anger on Adam’s. “What’s going on?” Adam asked harshly, just as Reyja let out a groan of defeat.

“Ugh, do you want your cake now, then?” she said, crossing to the cupboard in which it was stored. “So you can rub it in everyone’s faces?”

“Yes, please, mi amora.” He winked at her. “I told her that you would comment on the color of her pumpkin before you even said hello, my dear friend Adam, and I was correct.”

Adam raised a dark eyebrow. “Am I so predictable?”

“I have known you longer than anyone else here, except Fenris.”

“Huh. You’re not wrong.” Adam cracked a rare smile and placed his and Fenris’s pumpkins with the rest. Reyja presented Zevran with his cake and leaned back against the counter beside him, finding it difficult to be upset even after losing.

“So why such an unnatural shade, then, Reyja?” Adam asked, dropping into a dining chair. “Oh, and hello to all, since it was pointed out that I neglected to say it.”

“Zev and I are doing a sun-and-moon thing. He’s the sun, I’m the moon, obviously.”

Adam shrugged, apparently finding the answer acceptable, and Fenris nodded. “Don’t you two have tattoos along those lines as well?” he asked curiously.

“Yeah, we will soon. We’re still planning them. Zev doesn’t have a lot of space left for his,” said Reyja, gesturing to the swaths of ink covering almost every visible inch of Zevran’s arms, neck, and chest as he tucked into his birthday cake. “And he doesn’t want to tattoo himself.”

“Makes sense,” Bull said. “There’s a lot of ways that could go wrong. I wouldn’t want to massage myself.”

“Yeah, training myself hasn’t really worked out for me either,” Jakariel added.

“And yet you still look so good,” said Bull fondly, dragging him to his side.

“Well, we’re doing self-portraits, and you’re doing the sun and the moon, so what are you two going to do?” Jak asked after breaking free from Bull’s affectionate embrace.

Fenris looked at Adam through narrowed eyes, like he’d been dreading this question, and answered first. “Mine will be a wolf. Or the silhouette of one, at least.”

“Oh, that’ll be cool, especially with a candle inside. Adam?”

“No.”

Everyone shared confused glances. “What?” Reyja ventured.

“No,” he repeated, sounding bored.

Fenris sighed. “He means that literally.”

“You’re… just going to carve the word ‘no’?”

“Is that a problem?”

“Please don’t try to talk him out of it,” said Fenris tiredly, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It’s actually an improvement. His first idea was ‘fuck off.’”

Storms of laughter filled the kitchen, breaking the last vestiges of tension that Adam’s arrival had brought. The night grew cold before Reyja and Zevran saw their friends off, tired but content, and placed their jack-o-lanterns in their livingroom window to stare out over the falling autumn leaves together.

#fictober #zevran x brosca #fenhawke #dorian pavus x iron bull x lavellan #this fic is essentially 2000 words of dialog i am so sorry #that's what happens when i try to cram seven characters into a fluff piece #careful deduction will reveal that i think zevran's birthday is october 17 #and dorian and adam had been arguing about tevinter things (slavery and magic pretty much) even though it's a modern au #i didn't want to get into it because it was too hard to explain without ballooning this out to a million more words so #adam picked his battles #he usually picks too many and has to put some back #but he was really arguing for fenris's sake and fenris essentially told him to knock it off #so he did #otp: the gold to my silver #otp: what you can and can't do #ot3: playing with dragonfire #rey writes things

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greyvvardenfell · 7 years

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Zevran Appreciation Week: Day 3

Prompt of the Day: After Dragon Age Inquisition. This prompt is all about the future and Zevran.

(This is kind of the prologue to a future fic I’m still in the planning stages of, which will hopefully be the convergence of my Warden, my Hawke, and my Inquisitor’s post-Trespasser storylines...)

Zevran wended through the thick crowds stifling the hallways of Halamshiral, spilling secrets as surely as they spilled wine that would doubtlessly stain the Empress’s gaudy carpets. He stifled a laugh, then a sigh. Orlesians. Shifting his goblet to his other hand, he skirted a party of fuming nobles, their porcelain masks doing little to hide their outrage.

“How dare the Inquisitor disband his organization?” one man spat as Zevran passed. “He has no right, not if the Qunari are coming for us!”

“And what about his army? Those men and women are formidable. They will not return home the same quiet farmers and shopkeepers they left, I tell you. It was dangerous to arm the masses…”

Whatever else the noblewoman opined faded into the nervous rumble of the ballroom as Zevran continued on his way deeper into the gathering. Similar conversations sprouted like weeds all through the palace, regardless of any soothing words the Inquisition offered. Zevran tried to tune them out. He’d had his fun: slaying an Archdemon and almost single-handedly disarticulating the skeleton of the Antivan Crows was more than enough for one lifetime, even if the assassin’s guild still roamed Thedas. This time, he was present as an honored guest, at the side of the Hero of Ferelden herself.

Finally, a mass of half-armored soldiers shifted and he caught sight of her on the other side of the large table the Inquisition had dragged in to serve as a makeshift command center. Her dark eyebrows were furrowed, more in irritation than concern, he noted, and as he watched he saw her shift her weight to her other foot and purse her lips. He smiled to himself. Whoever had expected her to be weakened by her recent illness had clearly underestimated the strength of Reydis Brosca.

Zevran drained the last gulp of wine from his glass and set it on the tray of a passing servant with a nod before crossing the room with quick strides to join his lover at the war table. He rested his hands on her hips from behind, swallowing the stab of sadness that rose when he felt the jut of her bones there rather than the soft cushion of flesh he had grown so accustomed to; the Calling had drained her of almost everything she had and their search had come to a successful end only just in time. But she leaned back into his chest and sighed, and he laughed gently against her neck.

“Having fun?” he asked in Antivan, his voice a whisper against her ear.

“For all the pain it caused me, I’m almost glad for the Calling,” Reydis answered. “At least it kept me away from all this.” She still stumbled over some of the words, and her accent wasn’t the most fluid, but Zevran thrilled to hear her speaking his native tongue. He doubted he would ever tire of it.

“Have you not done enough? Must they keep asking you for more and more?”

Reydis smiled and swayed against him, rocking them both from side to side. “Apparently. They wanted me to give some speech in support of… the…” She frowned, searching for the word. “Break-up? It’s not the word I want, but it’s close enough.”

“I see. Will you do it?”

She shook her head. “Not yet. I want to talk to Jakariel, but they say he’s not seeing anyone yet.”

Jakariel Lavellan, the Inquisitor himself, had been distraught upon returning from the Qunari ambush, for reasons as yet unknown to any but his innermost circle of friends and advisers. Most everyone knew, though, that the Anchor on his hand had taken his whole left forearm, leaving him an archer unable to shoot his bow. Weeks had passed since he declared the Inquisition disbanded, and his lover, the Tevinter magister Dorian Pavus, had had to return to Minrathous. Several of his other companions had left Halamshiral as well, citing various reasons. The Inquisitor had refused visitors other than his advisers, despite their prodding, and the famously relaxed Dalish elf seemed to have finally found a situation that could vex him.

Zevran folded his arms around her waist and pulled her body against his, resting his chin on her shoulder. “There is no lock I cannot pick, mi amora. If you wish to see the Inquisitor, I shall arrange it.”

“Don’t do that, Zev. I just want to talk to him, not piss him off. I’ll ask Leliana. Sorry, Divine Victoria.”

They both laughed. It would be quite an adjustment to think of the red-headed lay sister who traveled with them so many years before as the head of the Chantry.

“Are you two talking about me?”

The Divine herself, flanked by another of Jakariel’s advisers, approached the table with a grin. “Leliana!” Reydis cried, breaking free of Zevran’s embrace to greet their old friend. “We were, actually.”

“I thought I heard my name. When did you learn to speak Antivan, Reydis?”

“I guess it’s been awhile now, right, Zev? I think you started teaching me, what, five years ago? Six?”

“If I may say so,” the small woman to Leliana’s left said, smiling brightly, “you speak very well. Although I would not recommend trying to pick the lock on the Inquisitor’s door, if I were you.” Each of her syllables rolled like pebbles in a summer brook, tumbling over each other pleasantly even as she reprimanded Zevran. He winked at the woman as Reydis blushed.

“Oh, don’t mind him, Josie,” Leliana said, waving a dismissive hand. “Still a troublemaker, are you, Zevran?”

He gave a modest bow. “I live to serve and aim to please, my dear Leliana.”

“Aren’t you getting a little old for that?”

Zevran sniffed, feigning offense. “Me? Old? I believe you have me confused for someone else.” He tossed his graying hair as if to prove his point.

“Anyway,” Reydis interjected, rolling her eyes. “I was actually hoping to catch you so I could ask if there was any chance you could get me in to see Jakariel? Zev and I don’t really want to stay here long and—”

Leliana and the woman she had called Josie exchanged a sharp glance. “He’s not up to seeing anyone at the moment,” Leliana said after a pregnant pause.

“So I’ve been told,” said Reydis, more harshly than she intended. “Do you honestly think there’s anyone who’d know what he’s going through right now better than me, though?”

Leliana and Josie looked at each other again, then leaned close, forgetting that both dwarves and elves had keener hearing than humans. “That’s almost exactly what Varric said when he offered to track down Adam Hawke again,” Josie hissed.

“The last thing we need here is the Champion of Kirkwall, whatever ‘good’ he may have done in the past.”

“And that’s why we said no. But you said the Hero was different.”

“She is.”

“Then what is the harm—?”

“Okay.” Leliana took a deep breath. “We will let you see him, Reydis. But you will not have long and you, Zevran, must wait with us. I must inform Cullen, but then we can go. Wait here, please.”

Zevran and Reydis nodded as the two women took their leave. “Do you know what you are going to say to him?” Zevran asked, leaning back against the table.

Reydis eyed him. “Remember when we had dinner with Adam and Fenris and we all talked about what the best plan for staying out of future drama was?”

He laughed. “I do.”

“That’s pretty much what I’m going to tell Jakariel. It’s solid advice, if I do say so myself, and if anyone deserves a chance to keep away from more problems, it’s Inquisitor Lavellan. He’s been through enough.”

“I’ll not argue that. Doing so might cause you to lose your ‘the Hero is different’ status in the eyes of our dear friends, though, no?”

“That’s a risk I’m willing to take,” Reydis said, smiling wryly. “Why bother being the Hero of Ferelden if I can’t use my title for good?”

Zevran took her hand and raised her fingers to his lips, kissing her knuckles gently. “I do love you so,” he said fervently. “More than I have ever loved anything else.”

“Ancestors, I love you, too,” answered Reydis. “I wish you could be in there with me. It was so much more powerful when everyone said it at once.”

“Take your lover and run?”

“Take your lover and run.”

#zevran appreciation week #take your lover and run #(is the name of the fic)#(or it will be... when I write it... if I write it...)#otp: the gold to my silver #otp: what you can and can't do #ot3: playing with dragonfire #rey writes things

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greyvvardenfell · 7 years

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Zevran Appreciation Week: Day 2

Question of the Day: What is your favorite other relationship with Zevran?

Honestly, I feel like Zev kind of falls out of touch with the rest of the Origins crew when they scatter after the Blight ends. I like the relationship that he and Leliana develop (she says it herself in one of their banters: they have a lot in common with he an assassin and she a bard, and both being non-Fereldans), and I do like that they kind of stay in contact with each other even if the Warden doesn’t romance him by the time Inquisition rolls around, but I don’t think he ever gets that close to anyone besides the Warden.

But in my canon worldstate, my Hawke (Adam) and Fenris actually leave Kirkwall with Zevran after defeating Meredith, and he helps them go on the run as he makes his way back to Amaranthine, where Warden-Commander Reyja Brosca is still waiting for him. Adam, Fenris, and Zev bond as fugitives even in the short time they spend together and eventually Zev introduces Reyja to them as well, after Fenris and Hawke find a safehouse and get settled enough to contact him. All four of them stay friends for many years. I’m planning a fic where they meet my canon Inquisitor, Jakariel Lavellan, and his LIs Dorian and Iron Bull too...

Long story short: Leliana is my favorite canon friendship, my Hawke and Fenris + Zev is my favorite kind-of-canon-but-not-really friendship

#zevran appreciation week #i feel like my canon world gets kind of complicated sometimes but it seems so straightforward in my head #i have like three novel-length fics knocking around following zev and reyja from the beginning of origins through the end of trespasser...#it's kind of ridiculous #i have names for them too: the gold to my silver (also their ship name)#the hero of antiva #and take your lover and run #i'm five chapters in to tgtms #and have been since mid-june because i'm still in the boring pre-zev part....#reyja just got to ostagar #we haven't even met morrigan #blehhh #it's planned out to chapter 59 though....#idk if you know this but i'm kind of wordy...#otp: the gold to my silver #otp: what you can and can't do #(that's adam hawke and fenris btw)#and because i kind of mention them and i'm proud of their ship name:#ot3: playing with dragonfire

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greyvvardenfell · 6 years

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A huge, massive, mega thank you to @barbex for hosting Fictober! It was so fun to write every day, which is not something I thought I could do, but I did! And I ended up with 31 fics that I’m actually proud of, which is another thing I was surprised by. I can only hope that I made daily writing a habit that’ll carry on into November (and beyond?) for NaNoWriMo (aka work on my longfic again). So here’s to another productive writing month, with at least another 23,335 words!

Anyway, links to all of the fics I wrote are below the cut, for anyone who’s interested, categorized by fandom and pairing and now with final word counts! Some of them I went back and edited again after I posted them originally because perfectionism but none of them changed drastically (I don’t think...). Enjoy!

Fictober Roundup

DRAGON AGE Reyja Brosca/Zevran — OTP: The Gold to My Silver Day 2 // Under the sun and the moon. (474 words) Day 5 // Once, only once. (380 words) Day 7 // In the distance. (1160 words) Day 12 // Smut in hidden places. (NSFW) (1271 words) Day 17 // “You shouldn’t have heard that.” (1277 words) Day 25 // On the balcony. (684 words) Day 28 // “Do you know the problem with these?” (1964 words)

Adam Hawke/Fenris — OTP: What You Can and Can’t Do Day 1 // “There they were, pursuing wisdom.” (556 words) Day 6 // They had made a poor job of hiding the damage. (485 words) Day 13 // A person is speaking but nobody listens. (361 words) Day 18 // Trading places. (189 words) Day 23 // It was just for one night. (651 words) Day 29 // Alone in a cave. (780 words)

Jakariel Lavellan/Dorian — OTP: Playing with Fire Day 3 // “Now, behave,” they murmured. (737 words) Day 15 // Their voice had never sounded so cold. (492 words) Day 24 // “I knew you wouldn’t be able to see it through.” (395 words) Day 30 // “It’s done.” (1176 words)

Jakariel Lavellan/Dorian/The Iron Bull — OT3: Playing with Dragonfire Day 4 // The hall was a place of wisdom and authority, or so they said. (921 words)

Rori Trevelyan/Cullen — OTP: You Have So Many Heroes Day 11 // There was a legend about the well in the garden. (1008 words)

Modern!AU — All pairings (except Rori/Cullen) Day 31 // “Pumpkins are supposed to be orange!” (2077 words)

THE ARCANA North/Asra — OTP: Only Honest When It Rains Day 8 // “What are your thoughts on cooking?” (502 words) Day 10 // You will love them in the end, like they said. (317 words) Day 16 // Domestic bliss. (326 words) Day 20 // The Mysterious Holiday. (735 words) Day 21 // “What are you afraid of?” (344 words) Day 26 // “I’ll deal with you later.” (419 words)

Otheron Indero/Julian — OTP: Making Time for Something Real Day 9 // In a new light. (663 words) Day 14 // “You know even less about this than me?” (976 words) Day 19 // “For some reason, I’m attracted to you.” (486 words) Day 22 // They knew that hope requires disbelief. (868 words) Day 27 // Not enough. (661 words)

#fictober #i'm actually really sad this is over #nothing's stopping me from writing a new drabble every day but still #also this is mainly for my own reference because i like being organized™#(and rereading my own stuff...)#rey writes things

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