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stumblingsbalderdash · 7 years

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Lonely Mountains

A special thank you to @writingfromdaughterofathena for letting my write about Amarth <3 He’s so percious and I adore him! Thank you. :D

Night had fallen across the frozen Frostback mountains, concealing the warm setting sun from the small dilapidated camp. In less than an hour’s time, the sky’s once beautiful streaks of reds, oranges and pinks faded into a matt black canvas dotted with shining silver stars. The thick darkness seemed eternally ethereal and everlasting. Even the soft glow of the camp’s fire only allowed him to see an arm’s reach in front of himself.

Despite the others huddled in their darkened tents, Amarth felt solitary amongst the frigid unapproachable mountains. Only he and the mountains seemed to exist bearing against the chilly wind’s bite that could be felt through the thickest woolen blanket.

The hairs on his arms raised as the sharp sting of the wind caused small bumps that tingled uncomfortably and the bite seemed beyond flesh.His blood ran cold, his bones ached uncomfortably from the icy chill causing him to toss bedroll. Amarth curled tightly trying to preserve his heat, shivering in his own tattered darkened tent.

He promptly tucked the tips of his exposed toes under the rough blankets and shivered violently as the last stinging wind blasted his tent. Amarth yearned to join one of his travel companions; spooning against their back, greedily stealing their natural warmth. However, they had been joined by an odd group of worn wardens now sharing the other’s temporary lodgings. The only members of his ragtag group with available space was Wynne or Sten.

He tossed with an uncertain trepidation about the strange newcomers. His fingers nervously twitched as he had watched their new warden companions excitedly gossip with the others at dinner- with the exception of one, the mage. The human made Amarth’s stomach flutter with an anxious suspense.

A fearful suspense: inspired by a nervousness conditioned from years of bitter torment at the hands of a sadistic mage. It stood idly under his skin waiting to burst out from under his fragile control. The racking of memories, crowded his mind and made his heart beat violently and breathing become hard. He felt a desperate to need to keep a vigil eye on the mage.

The man under scrutiny was clad in a traditional warden armor adorned with rich leather gloves, tight black breeches, and tall dark boots. His aged notched stave was shorter than the advantage mage’s and appeared comparable to an old man’s walking stick, than a defensive weapon. Amarth briefly pondered the mage’s odd stave and lack of a grimoire.

His conversations with Wynne had made him knowledgeable in battle magic and defense; he knew a worthy mage carried a grimoire. He clenched down on his teeth, remembering his former master’s cheaply bound grimoire and the sharp painful swats he received for getting to close to it. The irksome thing contained the old bastard's magical sigils and incantations, without it-- Amarth shook his head interrupting his miserable reverie, turning his attention back to his current magical problem.

The mage’s towering figure stood apart from the rest of the group, until Wynne called him by name. Momentary, the man’s expression soften as he headed in her direction, stopping just short of the elder woman. A warm smile bloomed across her wrinkled face as she reached up patting his, in a motherly fashion. They appeared to know each other. Tilting his head, Amarth wondered if they had meet in Ferelden’s spire. He continued to cautiously watch as Wynne’s lips move as she spoke to the man but had trouble understanding conversation.

Nervously, he tugged at his pointed ear watching the mage’s face fall back into it’s rancorous scowl as he shook his head. Wynne’s smile harden into a stern line before she reached out to stroke his cheek again. Turning, as if to avoid the crowd, the mage slinked back into the dark recesses of the shadows, leaving Wynne to shake her head in disapproval.

Whether it was curiosity or the need to watch the human, Amarth realized the closer he observed the mage, the more he could appreciate the human’s well formed face. His rich raven hair was tousled griminess which whispered promises of finesse. The mage had strong angrily arched brows and dark, thick eyelashes that framed his strangely colored eyes . They were deep and tragic, a clouded iridescent expanse of lavender that softly melted into a deeper royal hue.

He had high distinct cheekbones and an angular jaw that was adored with a dark soul patch right below his full bottom lip. His contrasting pale skin made him look devilishly handsome, if it weren’t for the bitter expression he continuously worn. When their eyes would locked Amarth felt queasy, he had seen few that bore such an intense anger.

The mage’s eyes had a deadness, a stillness. As if the man never knew laughter or one who had developed an undeterred hardness. It was as if Armath could read all the human’s anger in his extended glare and forgiveness wasn't an option. For a brief moment, he felt a juxtapositioned feeling of fear and pity for the creature yards away from him. Or perhaps, Amarth simply understood the broiling rage under a ill disgusted placidity.

Between the human’s towering form and angered expression- Amarth was on edge. It caused him to bite down on his plump bottom lip, fidget with his chestnut hair or find interest in his uniform’s buckles avoiding the mage’s haunted eyes.

The wind blasted his tent again, snapping Amarth out of his sluggish stupor. He tugged the itchy blanket close to his head trying to protect his long tapered ears. They burned from the frigid air. He tried rub the blanket against his ears hoping to relieve the cold burn. Finally, he sighed pushing himself from the hard ground; too cold to care about the strangers in camp. Amarth, needed someone to curl up with.

He stood up,wrapping his petite frame in his heavy blanket. Haphazardly tossed on his brown leather boot without care enough to tie them and headed towards Wynne’s tent. It was better than Sten; the qunari would not appreciate unsolicited guest in his bedroll.

Amarth dashed through the snow, to the woman’s tent and with great care untied the flap’s latches before slipping into the darkened sleeping area. He tried to keep the opening as small as possible to keep out the cold air.

As soon as he tied the latches closed, Amarth could feel tepid temperature of the tent brush against his cheeks. Wynne’s smaller tent felt slightly warmer than his own and seemed to have an abundance of blankets spread across the hard ground. He felt giddy as he made out her sleeping form in the darkness. Finally, he could curl up against someone warm and sleep without fear of hypothermia. He felt the bitter chill on his toes as he removed his boots inching closer to the mage.

Carefully, he lifted her surprisingly heavy arm and slid gracefully under, his back to her chest. He paused for a moment wondering why Wynne’s chest was harder than he thought. He quickly disregarded his thoughts settling on contentment he felt burrowed into the human’s molten heat. Pushing his tattooed cheek into the warmth, he smiled and drifted into pleasant sleep.

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Daylen could hear the snow crunch outside of Wynne’s tent because of a faint footfall. By the weight, he could tell it someone smaller than his own stature and closed on the tent at a rapid pace. Whom or whatever it was, favored their left foot- perhaps an old injury. He couldn’t tell quite tell because the wind muffled the noise, but with each clumsy step he felt anxiety build. Daylen stilled himself waiting for the stranger to make their intent known. He slid his hand behind him, pulling out the small dwarven blade his Commander had gifted him and slide it under his threadbare pillow.

Daylen’s hypersensitive hearing had saved their platoon on several occasions, including the darkspawn invasion. They had been scouting outside in the Wilds, when the main horde struck Calian’s forces, obliterating Ferelden’s military. He could still hear the horrifying screams, smell of sickness and the clash of metals as the King’s army crumbled. Daylen’s terrible recollection ceased as the shuffling became louder and more frantic as the stranger reached the tent’s flaps.

The intruder entered Wynne and his tent; they shifted nervously as they clumsily tied the flaps together, trying to keep the icy wind out. Daylen could hear them slink around his own body; pausing long enough to toss their heavy shoes aside. He furrowed his brows and pondered whether he should strike at creature, clutching his dagger in his hand, he needed to keep Wynne safe.

Suddenly, Daylen felt an icy hand wrap around his heavily scarred wrist lifting up away from his body. He flinched uncomfortably as their delicate fingers lightly dug into his largest scar marring his left wrist. Out of instinct, his eyes snapped open as the fabric of his bedroll shifted under the stranger’s lighter weight. They pressed their lithe back into Daylen’s hard chest.

The smaller being pressed further into his cloth covered chest and mewled with satisfaction. There was a delicious moment where Daylen’s face washed blank with confusion; his mind couldn't process fast enough to take in the what had happened. Every muscle of his body just froze before a nervous panic set in; he’d never been touched in such intimate manner.

He was horrendous and few people showed him affection. He felt a pulse of hot anger rush through believing this was a cruel prank. He wrapped his muscular arm around the other’s tapered waist, pulling them closer to his own body, desperate to figure who it was. He could usually tell by scent, voice or touch but his circumstances did not afford him the luxury.

Covertly, lowered his nose to scent the stranger but was interrupted with a soft sharp jab to the eye. Daylen blinked rapidly as his eye watered ; he reached out to feel a soft chilled ear. He ran his fingers carefully along the shell of the tapered ear, feeling the intruder unconsciously shift and push further into his warmer palm. Who ever it was he could tell the stranger was of Dalish origins. Unlike a city or hybrid elf’s ear, the Dalish’s ears were more exaggerated, sharper and flexible.

The only elf he come into contact with was the antivan who carried the scent of fine whiskey and leather. The intruder’s natural scent bombarded Daylen’s senses with a savory earthy smell of cool rain, tang of the elfroot and a slight undertone of masculine musk. It was calming, copacetic, and addictive. And definitely not Antivan.

The elf shivered violently again as the wind strengthened against their tent. Panicked, Daylen pressed his hand to the elf’s cool smooth forehead. The elf’s muscles shook uncontrollably for a few minutes while his body made a last ditch attempt to reheat before it conceded to bitterness.

Daylen scrambled, pulling the elf closer to his body; convinced the other had developed the beginning stages hypothermia. The elf must’ve been delirious, it was the only explanation for his odd behavior and why he'd curl next the mage. Gently holding the elf's head, he sat up pulling off his own thick cotton socks and pulled them over the elf's small feet. Grabbing the elf’s blanket, Daylen tucked the blanket tightly around the stranger’s thin cotton covered legs like a cocoon ensuring his feet stayed warm.

The elf squirmed, adjusting himself against Daylen. The mage prayed the elf would wake up, but the creature went limp. Daylen sighed, reminisced his healing tutelage desperate to remember his next course of action. He removed his own crudely stitched shirt and carefully place over the elf's baggy shirt and softly he ran his hand over elf’s face.

The elf’s face was strong and defined, his features molded from granite. He’s eyebrows sloped downwards in a serious expression furrow right above his nose. His narrow nose sloped gracefully above his full lips. His lips seemed to be drawn into a hard line across his face but managed to still be perfect and soft. He ran a callused thumb from the elf’s lips to his elongated ear. It was still frigid, Daylen wrapped a second blanket around them reached out to warm the ear with his palm.

Using his fingers and palm rubbed the elf’s ears hoping to warm them and ease the elf's discomfort. Daylen's brows furrowed, lying back he tugged the creature towards his chest flattening his hand against the elf’s smaller cloth cover chest. The mage released a small amount of pulsing healing magic into the other’s body while working his other hand around the elf’s cold ear.

The stranger groaned and started to shift against the healer. Daylen sighed in relief, at the least the intruder hadn't fallen too far in the throws of hypothermia. He tightened his grip on elf pulling him closer to his body heat. Daylen rested the elf's head on the nook of his shoulder, continued to gently release small pulses of heat into elf’s chest.

Daylen felt the other shift against him and heard the elf intake sharply before a sharp pain bloomed across his face, causing his nose to spew warm blood.

The elf stuck him across the face and ripped away from his grasp. Daylen clutched his bleeding nose as hot angry broiled under his skin. Snarling, he felt his control slip releasing a small burst of magical energy.

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Slowly, Amarth consciousness began to emerge from his sluggish dreams. A pleasant heat made his thoughts sticky and hard to gather cohesively. The rough and gentle strokes at the shell of his ear made him instinctively push into the warmth enjoying the tingling sensation running through his body.

Every muscle seemed to welcome the warmth like an old friend. It was strange, pulsing heat he had never felt before. The air around him was heavy with the subtle aroma of wild woods and other unfamiliar earthy tones, reminding him of a sprawling autumn forest.

He slowly opened his eyes, as the second pulse of heat hummed through his chest. It took a few seconds before it dawn on Amarth, he was not in the warm woods but on a frigid desolate mountain. The pulsing heat was not the bright sun, but from a heavy human hand latched to his chest. Instinctively, he reared his elbow back ramming into the owner of hand’s face , he heard a painful gasp and the hand loosened from his shirt. He rushed forward, tumbling over the tightly wound blankets around his feet. With a heavy thud, Amarth was sent sprawling across the plethora of blankets and cold ground staring at a very angry mage--now with a broken nose.

The hair on the back of neck rose, as the half naked mage clutched at his bloody nose growling like a wounded animal. His dark loose hair fell round his face and muscular shoulder before he glared back at the elf and enraged, releasing magical pulse.

Amarth scrambled further from the angered mage planning a shift escape before the other cleared his throat, “ Why in Andrastate tit’s did you do that!?”

Amarth felt his face flush with indignance but before he could speak and soft yet stern voice stole their attention. “Perhaps it because, Daylen, you molested the poor dear.” Wynne lifted her from her spot across from the other mage. “ Maker’s sake Daylen, what were you thinking, if at all?” She paused, stretching her arms above head and yawned loudly.

Amarth huffed, stared at the younger mage crossing his arms. The mage’s horrid glare morphed into expression that mimicked a fish. Wynne stood, shaking her rumpled night gown and crouched in front Daylen. She place her hand on his nose and emitted a soft healing magic.

“Remember, we covered this in ‘The Races of Thedas’ and anatomy studies.” She lectured the mage, clasping his nose tightly. “An elf’s ears are an erogenous zone--or were you not paying attention?” She continued her lecture, the mage’s down trodden face invoked a giggle from Amarth. The towering man looked like a small child being punished by his mother. She raised an fine eyebrow before clearing her throat again, “Well ?”

She pulled her wrinkled hand from the mage’s face, his brows furrowed and then softened. He stared at his large hands for moment before incoherently mumbling something.

Wynne stood, crossed her arms and tapped her foot, “The warden can’t hear you, Daylen.” She stated in a stern voice staring down at the flushed pouting mage.

The man’s eye widened and glanced in Amarth’s direction ungracefully fumbled with his words, “ Warden?-- I’m sorry… didn’t mean to--” He blushed glancing back down, clenching his fist, biting nervously at his bottom lips. “I--didn’t know...I-- hypothermia.” He stuttered over his words.

Amarth tilted his head nervously tugged on his ear, how did the human not know he was a warden or about elves’ ears.

“ How did you not know?” His curiosity getting the better of him. The human’s face flushed brighter as nervously picked at his blanket.

Wynne sighed, glancing over at Amarth, “ Daylen has never had a friend, let alone any kind of relationship” she paused staring at the even further flustered mage “it's that terrible face he makes” she shook her head and glanced back the elf “--I’m sure it was ignorance, Warden.”

She smiled at Amarth and scooped up an extra blanket, handing it to him carefully. Amarth watched the flustered mage on the ground feeling a small amount of pity for the man. He removed the human’s shirt, handing to the man and laid the blanket down aways from the man. “It's--ok just don't do it again.” He prepped a new bedroll watching the lonely man shake his head. He finished rolling out his bed and paused glancing back the man’s muscular back, “Sorry about your nose.”

Daylen’s back stiffened before he turned to acknowledge the elf, his cheeks flushed before whispered in a husky voice, “It’s ok, think I earned it.”

#mywriting #amarth x daylen #daylen amell #amarth mahariel #writingfromdaughterofathena oc #thank you #i hope you like it #<3 #love amarth

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sakurabunnie · 6 years

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Imagine: Hadiden waking Maxwell up with kisses and sweet words. When Maxwell gets up, there's crystal grace sitting on the night table in a pretty vase. When Maxwell gets out of bed, Hadiden is in the kitchen making breakfast. He pulls Maxwell in for a kiss and smiles and whispers, "Happy birthday, love." Right before kissing Maxwell again, Hadiden pulls back and smashes a cupcake in Maxwell's face.

It was a perfect morning for Maxwell as he snuggled further into his pillow. He was warm, comfortable, and the best part was that he had no morning meetings because Josephine had cleared his Calender for the day so he can sleep in as much as he wants. At least that was his plan until he felt gentle kisses along his shoulder heading up his neck and onto his cheek. Sweet nothings whispered into his ear until he smiled and turned opening his eyes to gaze at the handsome face of his lover hovering over him.

“It’s time to get up Ma Vhenan. Breakfast is almost ready, and I have a surprise waiting for you.” Hadiden told him in an upbeat voice, giving Maxwell a quick peck on the lips before leaving the room.

Maxwell stretched with a happy groan before getting up and putting on a loose shirt and pants. There was no reason to dress up for now so he settled on casual clothing. He then headed to the kitchen wear Hadiden was just adding the last dish to the large breakfast spread out on the table with a vase full of his favorite flowers decorating the table. Maxwell’s eyes lit up when he also saw a plate of tiny chocolate cakes he loves so much. After taking a seat and making himself comfortable he watched as his lover smiled and made his way over to him. Hadiden pulled out his chair a little and sat on Maxwell’s lap draping his arm around Maxwell’s shoulder while grabbing one of the cupcakes with his other hand. He tugged Maxwell into a passionate kiss.

“Happy Birthday, love,” Hadiden whispered to him right before smashing the cupcake in Maxwell’s face. He burst out laughing at the look of shock and surprise on Maxwell’s face. He was too busy to see the look of mischief in Maxwell’s eyes and squeaked in shock and disgust as Maxwell pulled him close to nuzzle his chocolate covered face against Hadiden’s smearing the icing on him. Maxwell laughed at the look Hadiden gave him.

“How does payback taste, love,” Maxwell asked him before quickly licking some icing off Hadiden’s cheek. “I don’t know about you but to me, it certainly tastes sweet!” He said with a cheeky grin.

Hadiden just shook his head in exasperation and pulled his messy lover into a kiss. Yes, for Maxwell it was certainly a perfect morning.

#writingfromdaughterofathena #hadiden lavellan #my characters #maxwell trevelyan #hadiden x maxwell #oc asks #maxwell fanfic #this was such a cute birthday prompt! thanks for sending it! <3 #hadiden knows how to throw maxwell a great birthday! XD

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someone-drank-the-tap-water · 6 years

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Secret Smooches in the Garden

My contribution to OC Kiss Week

Pelle and Hadiden Lavellan

Hadiden belongs to @writingfromdaughterofathena

#Hadiden Lavellan #Pelle Lavellan #Ocs #other people's oc #OC Kiss Week #artists on tumblr

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sakurabunnie · 7 years

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For TMI Tuesday: what's a feature or characteristic of Maxwell's lover that he likes the most? (You can answer specifically or not. But mainly Hadiden XD )

Maxwell’s favorite features/characteristics about his lover varies from lover to lover. With Hadiden his favorite physical features/characteristic are his handsome face and his facial expressions, his cute ears, and his very cute tushy. The characteristics about Hadiden’s personality that Maxwell likes the most are his kind heart, his courage (since he faces things even though he’s terrified), and how loyal he is.

#writingfromdaughterofathena #hadiden lavellan #my characters #maxwell trevelyan #hadiden x maxwelll #oc asks #tmi tuesday #sorry for the late reply! ^_^;;;#to sum it all up hadiden has a super cute personality and a great butt!#*Maxwell greatly approves*

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sakurabunnie · 7 years

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TMI Tuesday: How likely is Maxwell to make a mistake carving a pumpkin? (These might be related to something I might write)

If this is his canon verse and not the Modern AU I imagine Maxwell doesn’t have a lot of experience with carving pumpkins so he’d mess up sometimes. If he happens to make a mistake, it’s no big deal, and he’d find some way to work around it by either covering it up or changing what he was carving to incorporate the mistake. He’s also the type to save the insides of the pumpkin to turn into food later! :3

#writingfromdaughterofathena #my characters #maxwell trevelyan #tmi tuesday #oc asks #he'd be more skilled at carving pumpkins and less likely to make mistakes in his modern au #i look forward to whatever you're writing! :D

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sakurabunnie · 7 years

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TMI Tuesday: Does Maxwell like sweet or sour candy more??

Maxwell has a major sweet tooth, so he prefers sweet candy more. Now if it’s a candy that is sweet and sour or goes from sour to sweet– he’d like those too.

#writingfromdaughterofathena #my characters #maxwell trevelyan #tmi tuesday #oc asks

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sakurabunnie · 7 years

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This may not be for a fic idea no not at all- but how would Maxwell react to finding Hadiden poisoned by Red Lyrium??

First off, how dare you!? Why must you hurt our sons like this!? D:

Anyways, the situation would just completely destroy him. He loves Hadiden with all his heart and to not only lose him but to lose him in this horrific manner would just break him completely. At first, he’d be in complete denial and stop at nothing to find some way to cure Hadiden and save him, but when he can’t, and either has to watch Hadiden waste away or put him out of his misery himself, he’d just break down.

I’m not sure exactly how Maxwell would react when Hadiden eventually dies, but I can see either one of two things happening. First, Maxwell would either slowly waste away by not taking care of himself, or become so reckless in battle he is eventually killed. It’s not that he intentionally tries to die, but it just ends up happening anyway. The second thing would be that he continues on living with the combined efforts of his friends and family, but he’d never really recover and never be the same man personality wise again. He’d just become quiet, introverted, and withdrawn.

So there you go, I hope you are happy with yourself! ;A;

#writingfromdaughterofathena #hadiden lavellan #my characters #maxwell trevelyan #oc asks #death mention #suicide mention #angst

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sakurabunnie · 7 years

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Would Maxwell ask about Soli's clan and their culture? Like about their polyamorous bonding rituals? Would it help his decision in developing a relationship with Soli and Hadiden if he understood Humael culture? :D

Maxwell would definitely ask about Soli’s clan and culture! He’d want to know everything about his lover’s life! As for helping his confusion with his budding romance, it would definitely help educate him in how those relationships can work out. What would really matter to him though is the knowledge that they both want him and he can be with them both as well. If he knows that they are happy with that, then he’d happily enter into the relationship.

#stumblingsbalderdash #soli humael #writingfromdaughterofathena #hadiden lavellan #my characters #maxwell trevelyan #soli x hadiden x maxwell #oc asks #hopefully that made sense #maxwell just needs the green light from both of them that they all want to be together

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stumblingsbalderdash · 7 years

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“I saw that. You just checked me out.” For Soli and Hadiden too please :3

Haven was frigid and miserable– the cold wind blasted through his thick woolen cloak as he raced to the mage’s quarters. Hadiden tugged the cloak over his wild golden hair, trying to protect his precious ears for another blast of icy wind.

He huffed as the cold air filled his lungs and froze the sole of feets–damn, he was so close. Hadiden quickly rounded the first building and crossed over the frozen ground to furthest door in mage’s quarters. He paused, catching his breath and gathered his resolve before entering the warm room. He could smell the delicious dried herbs and brewing dark black tea permeating through the heavy wooden door. Hadiden felt himself smile, his first week in Haven had been difficult– adjusting to all the shemlens running around tossing their dirty clothes or wares at him–expecting him to scamper off and clean them. Hadiden indignantly snorted, twisting the latch of the door–but his assignment changed and he– enjoyed it. He really enjoyed the company.

Cullen had requested a dalish scout to watch over a couple of mages–the task seemed simple enough. In addition, the Inquisitor seemed particularly worried about the safety of one her dalish mage. She requested a handsome circle mage from Ostwick– Hadiden felt his his cheeks flush– thinking about the tall man. His blue eyes sparkled happy from under his ruffled auburn hair–every time he smiled, his pink cheeks brighten as they dimpled happily. Maxwell, his name was Maxwell Trevelyan–some shemlen noble. He smiled to himself again, a handsome shemlen. Maxwell’s job was to make sure Soli’s magical experiments didn’t go array.

Soli— Hadiden’s cheeks flushed a deeper red at the thought of the flirtatious elf. Hadiden pushed the heavy door open, exposing the elf in question standing in from a mirror– painting himself with his Rivaini ink.

Hadiden watched the witch dip his brush into the ink pot and carefully bring it to his taunt stomach. Soli made a neat loop around his pierced, belly button before dragging the tip down his pubic bone. Hadiden felt himself grow warmer as the other elf, reapplied the another scrolling line over his golden hip bone.

Suddenly, Hadiden felt something warm slam against his back–startling him from his stupor. He and Soli jumped at the noise of books crashing to the cold ground. Hadiden turned swiftly on the ball of his toes to face the human that clumsily slammed into him. It was Maxwell.

Maxwell’s cheeks darken as he scrambled to pick up his fallen totems before fumbling over an apology.

“It’s ok–.” Hadiden’s cheek burned hotly scrambling to help Maxwell with his scattered scrolls before turning to enter Soli’s room. He glanced up at the other elf– knowing he had been caught watching the bewitching elf.

Hadiden glanced at Maxwell’s face realizing the human appeared to be as flustered as he was but why? Quickly, Hadiden glanced up at the other elf– Soli’s full lips twisted into a vexatious smirk, golden eye sparkled with humor, still perched leisurely on a work bench.

“ Tsk, tsk the two of you– I saw that. You just checked me out,” Soli’s husky voice playfully reprimanding the two them. Hadiden watched as Soli’s delicate left hand to his exposed hip bone and scraping his lacquered nail down his tawny skin, dipping them into his light muslin wrap covering him. “ But of course, Lord Trevelyan wasn’t staring at me– but perhaps handsome blonde in front of him?” The elf purred rolling his husky r’s as he slinked off the top the table.

Hadiden bright eyes widen as whipping his towards the human next to him. Maxwell’s handsome face flushed as he froze, quickly glancing at up at Hadiden.

Soli leisurely closed the distance between him and the other two men– bombarding Hadiden with the scent of ambrosic ginger. He felt one Soli’s soft, delicate finger brush over his full cheek and tilt Hadiden to face him. Soli’s thumb brush against his tapered ear carefully rolling it between his finger. Hadiden felt hot tingling run down his back– as he focused his heated glance at Maxwell, who seemed to be receiving the same treatment from Soli’s other hand.

“I don’t mind skipping a day of work and for some intense labor.” The Rivaini purred running his hands down their necks and clothed chest, gripping their hand and bringing them to his own bare chest.

Hadiden gasped enjoying the feeling of Soli’s silken skin under his callused finger–carefully he glanced at Maxwell again– the human pressed his hand against Soli chest, running his thick thumb over Soli’s nipple, carefully rolling it under his thumb.

Hadiden could feel Soli inhale sharply under his hand– he followed the human’s example–rolling the other nipple with his own thumb. He gasped feeling Soli’s soft fingers roll Hadiden’s ear, tugging hard at he ear. Hadiden watched Soli’s other hand creep into Maxwell’s leather pants, gripping the human’s swelling crotch, squeezing the man’s hardening cock. Hadiden felt himself respond, hardening from the visual and physical stimulation.

“Shit– no– I don’t– I want a relationship.” Hadiden jumped at Maxwell’s ragged breath exclamation. He and Soli hands retreated quickly before they turned their undivided attention to the flushed human. An uncomfortable silence and thick tension settled in the room as the three men studied each other.

Hadiden cleared his throat, “ What do you–how– do– relationship?” he tried to clarify– trying to figure out what– they were

“Courtship…” Maxwell nervously stumbled over his explanation. “I don’t want a tumble– I want a relationship.” He stood, calming himself. He ran his thick fingers through his deep auburn hair, peering up at the elves. “Maker–help me–both of you–saying no, I must be crazy.” Maxwell almost pout, adjusting his tight pants.

“Both of us?” Hadiden’s heard Soli ask with a general confusion. “The Humael are polyanmous clan–I can try.” Hadiden turned to face Soli and back to Maxwell. He did want them both– for quite awhile– it was a possibility. He heard Soli shift behind him. Soli looked uncomfortable, wrapping his arms around his exposed chest, letting his dark hair cover his face. “ I don’t know –what courtship is.”

Hadiden felt himself smile turning to the other elf, “ I think, Maxwell and I can teach you…”

Thank you for sending me a prompt! Hope you enjoy! ♡ฅ(ᐤˊ꒳ฅˋᐤ♪)

Story also includes @sakurabunnie ‘s Maxwell Trevelyan.

#hadiden lavellan #Maxwell trevelyan #soli humael #oc ask #mywriting #i hope you like it #quick writing #writingfromdaughterofathena

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sakurabunnie · 7 years

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I'm back from training :D but I also have an ask~ How would Maxwell feel/what would he do if Hadiden disappeared for awhile (a couple months, maybe a year)? He sends no word of where he is or what he's doing and returns to Maxwell, a little more quieter than he usually was. However, when asked what he was doing or where he was and if he's all right, he just smiles and tells Maxwell he's okay, there's nothing to worry about.

Oh my gosh! Welcome back! *hugs* ♡〜٩( ˃́▿˂̀ )۶〜♡

Oh my gosh if he disappeared without any word to Maxwell about where he is Maxwell would be out of his mind with worry for him! He’d use as many resources as he can spare to locate him. He’d definitely lose sleep over it and might forget to eat often as well. As the weeks become months, he’d begin to fear that Hadiden has abandoned him since he has some deep rooted fears of abandonment left over from his parents’ actions when he was a child.

When Hadiden returns, he’d feel such happiness and relief that he is safe but also some self-loathing too for ever thinking Hadiden would abandon him. He’d be glued to Hadiden’s side for a long time. As he spends time with Hadiden, he’d begin to notice the difference, and it would concern him. He’d probably ask several times if Hadiden is alright and is any thing going on but when Hadiden responds he’s fine, he’d let the matter drop for awhile. Maxwell would be worried and be dying of curiosity to find out the truth, but in the end, I think he’d trust his lover to tell him when he’s ready. The last thing Maxwell wants to do is to push too hard and drive him away. He’ll just find comfort and peace in the fact that the man he loves returned to him and that would be enough for him for now.

#writingfromdaughterofathena #hadiden lavellan #my characters #maxwell trevelyan #hadiden x maxwell #oc asks #great to have you back! :D #now i'm curious as to why hadiden would do such a thing :3c

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sakurabunnie · 7 years

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yeah and that’s totally right and understandable. you don’t yell at a person that seems kinda off and you have to fear, that something terrible happened. But now I wanna know, what happened and why Hadiden left his lover. I mean, I’m sure that he didn’t want to and he probably wanted to keep Maxwell safe?

@writingfromdaughterofathena Do you see what you started? We need to find out the truth! What happened to Hadiden!? XD

#hobbithase #writingfromdaughterofathena #hadiden lavellan #my characters #maxwell trevelyan #hadiden x maxwell #oc asks #it's a mystery!

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sakurabunnie · 7 years

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4, 14, 17, 34, 36 for the Inquisitor ask meme for Maxwell :3

4. How did they feel about being called “The Herald of Andraste”?

Oh man, he hated it! Maxwell doesn’t believe for one second that divinity had anything to do with the mark or his survival (little does he know -_-;;). Not to mention he isn’t religious and certainly not a religion that hates and demonizes his kind. It pissed him off how the Chantry tries to use him as a way to empower their religion.

14. Which demon is most frightening to them?

Either Despair demons or Terror demons because their appearance and shrieks freak him out. He also really hates Pride demons because they are so difficult to fight.

17. How do they feel about the mark/the anchor?

He has incredibly mixed feelings about it. On one hand, it’s powerful, and he can use it to close rifts and potentially close the Breach. On the other hand, he remembers the pain of it trying to kill him when he first woke up after the Conclave, and he’s afraid it will kill him one day. Once he’s finished closing the rifts, he wants to get rid of it.

34. What was their reaction to the destruction of Haven?

Horror, anger, sadness, and guilt. He knows that Corypheus came for him and his only concern was to save as many as he could and get them to safety. He blames himself for not doing more. The events also left him with an extreme dislike/fear of cold and snow.

36. Are they especially protective of certain inquisition members, even those capable of defending themselves?

That would be Dorian, Josephine, and Cole. Dorian is his best friend/lover, Josephine is his best friend/sister, and Cole is a baby brother to him. He knows they are all more than capable of protecting themselves but he can’t help but feel protective.

He’s also protective of his OC lovers Adahl Lavellan, Ascan Adaar, Rhys Lavellan, and Hadiden Lavellan.

Thanks for asking! (๑・ω-)～♥

#my characters #maxwell trevelyan #oc asks #writingfromdaughterofathena

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sakurabunnie · 7 years

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☆ ☠ ✿ ■ ♡ ☮ ♦for Maxwell please :3

☆- Happy Headcanon

When Maxwell is happy, his entire face lights up. Not only will he smile more his smile will be gentler and more genuine. His eyes will also light up and look like they are smiling. You can also expect him to laugh a lot more. :3

☠ - Angry/Violent headcanon

When Maxwell is extremely angry, his magic kind of overflows and there is this electrical charge in the air around his body. It doesn’t hurt him, but it will zap anyone who gets close.

✿ - Sex headcanon

Maxwell secretly loves it when he discovers his lover left their mark on him after sex. Whether it is a hickey, love-bite, scratches, or light bruises from when they grip a bit too hard, he wears them with pride and never hides them. He sees them as a sort physical proof that he is loved and wanted. ;3c

■ - Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

Maxwell’s living space would be somewhere with open space, windows and/or good lighting, so it doesn’t remind him of being back in the Circle. He’d also decorate his living space with some of his potted plants, artwork, and various nicknacks he’s collected from his travels. His room would be fairly clean and organized, but he would have some articles of clothing laying about and whatever he’s working on at the time.

♡ - Romantic Headcanon

No matter who Maxwell romances, when he’s ready to propose to them he designs the jewelry item himself rather than buying it from somewhere. He sketches out the design first and then gets some help (especially when the anchor starts acting up and he’s in chronic pain) when making the item. Each item is unique and is related to his lover’s culture and preferences. Ex. A Dalish lover would have something with iron bark and Dalish designs.

☮ - Friendship Headcanon

Maxwell picks up little trinkets for his lover and friends whenever he’s on a mission or visiting a market. He loves surprising them and putting smiles on their faces. :3

♦ - Quirks/Hobbies Headcanon

Hobbies: Varric taught Maxwell how to fold little boats and other shapes out of paper, so he starts to do that when he doesn’t have his sketchbook with him.

Quirks: When he gets bored and restless, he starts to hum and tap his foot or his fingers on something.

#writingfromdaughterofathena #my characters #maxwell trevelyan #oc asks #maxwell headcanons

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sakurabunnie · 7 years

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Hadiden sends a rushed message to Maxwell, telling him to meet in the Emerald Graves ASAP. Maxwell gets there and Harding tells him that she and Hadiden have been arguing. Maxwell goes to talk to his lover to find out why he's arguing with Harding when Hadiden quickly says, "don't get mad, let me explain." Hadiden then explains how a scouting mission led them to finding an abandoned baby and Hadiden doesn't want to part with it. The elf then asks Maxwell what to do.

When Maxwell got the message, he couldn’t rush out to the Emerald Graves fast enough. The entire ride he couldn’t help but imagine every horrible scenario play out in his head over and over and pray that his lover is alright.

As he arrives in the Emerald Graves camp, he quickly hands off the reigns to his horse he spots Scout Harding and rushes over to her. “What happened? Is everything alright? Where is Hadiden?” Maxwell asked Harding in a panic.

“Inquisitor everyone is fine. There was simply an argument between Master Lavellan and myself about how to deal with a situation. You need to talk to him.” Harding said with an irritated sigh. Maxwell’s expression changed from panicked to confused as he took in her annoyed expression. It was the first time he ever saw her with anything other than her usual cheerful demeanor. Hearing footsteps Maxwell looked up to see his lover approaching with a small bundle cradled carefully in his arms.

“Don’t get mad, let me explain.” Hadiden pleaded with a worried expression. He began to tell Maxwell how they had found an abandoned child while scouting and how they figured the child was either abandoned or the parents were dead.

“Fairbanks’s people have offered to take the child in,” Harding replied. Hadiden clutched the child closer and narrowed his eyes at Harding before giving a pleading look to Maxwell.

“I don’t want to be parted from him Maxwell, what should I do?” Hadiden asked in a quiet voice. Maxwell sighed and rubbed his forehead as he tried to wrap his mind around the situation. The sound of babbling drew his attention, and he looked at the child in Hadiden’s arms. Maxwell reached out and gently stroked the little boy’s chubby cheek with his finger. At the touch, the little boy opened his bright eyes and looked up at Maxwell. Maxwell’s expression softened as he gazed back at the child and smiled. His attention turned to Hadiden and he held Hadiden’s gaze.

“Hadiden this is a huge responsibility, especially with our jobs. Are you certain this is what you want, Love?” Maxwell asked his elven lover seriously. Seeing Hadiden’s nod, Maxwell let out a deep sigh and turned to Scout Harding.

“Well, that decides things then. Scout Harding could you send a letter to Fairbanks and tell him that the Inquisition has decided to take in the child. I need to send a letter to Josephine and have her prepare for Skyhold’s new arrival.” Maxwell instructed her with a grin. She seemed relieved the matter was dealt with and with a “Right away, Your Worship,” she left them to send a message. Maxwell turned his attention back to Hadiden who was positively beaming. Maxwell smiled and wrapped an arm around his lover to hold him close to his side and gazed down at the little boy.

“He’s going to need a name you know.” Maxwell murmured into Hadiden’s hair.

“I want to name him Edrin,” Hadiden told him.

“Edrin it is then. You know, when I got your message, the last thing I expected it would be about was us becoming parents.” Maxwell smiled and kissed Hadiden before reaching out his finger to Edrin. When a tiny hand captured his finger in a tight grip, Maxwell’s smile grew.

#writingfromdaughterofathena #hadiden lavellan #my characters #maxwell trevelyan #hadiden x maxwell #oc asks #hey look! i spelled edrin's name correctly this time! XD #i hope hadiden wasn't too out of character! :3

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