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[barkspawn]

If you're up for it - Shane comforting Amelia, with the prompt “Do you– can I– do you want to be held?” I LOVE YOUR ONE SHOTS THANK YOU!!!

Uh hey. I'm sorrryyyyy.

Also I'm going to attempt to do this on mobile. If it's awful I will edit on PC.

Amelia hung up her phone and threw it onto the bed, letting out a frustrated groan. She hardly talked to her father, but on those brief calls every few months, he never failed to be a dick.

Every time they spoke, without fail, he would find every negative thing in her life and chastise her for it.

She’s lived in Stardew Valley for nearly a year and she was doing well enough but is genuinely starting to get the hang of things now. She finally had a good amount of gold and supplies to run a proper farm and raise some chickens and maybe even some larger animals.

Her crops this fall were incredible. She made more than she had ever yet and she was proud.

Until the talk with her dad, where he pointed out that she was making a lot of stupid mistakes. He told her she didn't need to focus on chickens since she was too clueless to install an irrigation system. She already made plans to set that up and was waiting for the materials to come in. It wasn't already done though, so of course she was inadequate.

Frustrated, she resolved to turn her day around.

A shower.

She wanted a hot shower to relax her muscles and relax. With a sigh, she pulled off her dirty overalls and underclothes, looking at herself in the mirror. She was toning her body a bit, it seems, but she still got so caught up on the “pudge” of her belly, as her mom called it.

She threw the clothes in a heap into her hamper and made for the shower. She turned the water on hot, pulling her hair from the tie and climbing in. The heat from the shower was everything. It felt incredible on her sore muscles… until about two minutes later.

The water suddenly ran cold.

Amelia let out a yelp at the sudden change, clinging to the far side of the shower.

Is this seriously happening?

She groaned, still having to rinse off her hair and body.

It took far longer than it had to, her body more tense than when she started. She hurried to dry off, freezing from the cold water and the fact she’d forgotten to light the fireplace.

Winter would come in a few days, so it was already cold. At least she had this round of crops to get her some gold for the coming winter.

She lit the fire as soon as she could, the warmth bringing her much needed comfort. She closed her eyes and sighed, taking the moment to herself before she had to make her way in town.

Amelia was putting her shoes on as she heard Loaf barking at something. She sighed and went out the door, panic washing over her.

“No, no, no!”

She ran down the stairs to her porch as she watched a handful of crows fly off. Her scarecrow lay on the ground, presumably knocked down in yesterday’s storm or by Loaf. She really didn't want to, but she walked over to look, at least four pumpkins gone.

With a sigh, she stood the scarecrow back up, not even in the mood to be upset about it. It's a little less gold… She hoped.

She went back inside to grab her phone, figuring a walk might calm her down. She groaned, noting the crack running along her screen.

Great, now I have to call Z-Mobile too.

She checked her phone, a text from Sam canceling their plans for later, Vincent having gotten pretty sick.

The rest of the day was filled with little inconveniences. A snag in her sweater, a splinter in her hand, not being able to find her hoe that she just upgraded, and the list goes on. The sun started to set, and she tried to make some basic, crappy frozen meal, but the microwave won't work. It just wouldn't power on. She nearly screamed.

Instead, she grabbed the bottle of wine from her fridge and walked out the door and down toward the forest. She moved to sit on the small pier of the lake.

She closed her eyes for a long moment, trying to let the sound of the crickets and bullfrogs calm her. She took the wine and just stared at it.

It had a cork.

She just looked at it, her mind just blank. She would throw it into the lake if it didn't take so long to make. Instead, she let herself yell in frustration, burying her face in her hands.

“Whoa, bad day?”

She heard Shane behind her and nearly fell into the lake and would have if he hadn't reacted fast enough. Her eyes already stung with tears.

“Uh, yeah. Just.. A really bad day,” she started ahead, the only thought she had was how she should have listened to that damn fortune channel this morning.

“I feel ya…” Shane started, holding up a cooler, “don't have a corkscrew, but I can offer a cold one?”

She smiled up at him, “please?” she sighed, watching as he sat awkwardly, cross-legged on the other as he handed her a beer.

“I don't think I've ever seen you anything other than happy,” he started, “well, maybe a little pouty, but that doesn't count.”

“Just… One thing after another today.”

He nodded, “trust me. I understand those days. Sorry you got one.”

She cursed those first few tears that fell, glancing at Shane, who looked uncomfortable as all hell. With a sigh, she stood.

“Here, switch places with me. I think the edge is too close for my luck today.”

He smirked, joking, “well hold on tight and ill walk you over here.”

She hated this. She hated that it even got to the point where she was crying in front of her best friend who she happened to have feelings for. He held out a hand to help her over the little pile of things on the pier, hearing her sniffle as she came closer.

He looked over her face, noting the shine of tears she tried to hide.

“Shit, Oats…” he put his hand on her shoulder, causing her to break. She let out a cry and he pulled his hand back, worried he would somehow make it worse.

“Do you–” he started, losing that thought as she tried to apologize, her face in her hands.

“Can I–” he started, not knowing what to offer. What could he possibly do to make it better? Jas liked hugs.. But she's a child. He thought back to the last time he was that distraught and how Marnie was there and just–

He put his hands on her shoulders, his voice gentle, “do you want to be held?”

She looked up at him, eyes puffy and red as she slowly nodded before the dam broke once more.

He stepped forward and let her cry into his chest. She sort of seemed to curl in on herself, her hands gripping the front of his jacket. He didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around her, making sure not to hold on to her too tightly, but firm enough to know he was there and would always be.

His heart ached as she cried, every ounce of stress coming out in a wet spot on Shane’s shirt. Eventually, she slowed, her breathing evening out. She moved to wrap her arms around him, returning his firm hug with a tight embrace.

“Do you want me to let go?” he heard her mumble into his chest.

“Nah, not until you're ready to. I'm not going anywhere.”

“I don't know what I did to deserve you… But I'm so thankful right now that you came.”

“You know I'm usually only here or at the saloon.”

“Maybe I just knew I needed you around. I'm sorry.”

“Oats, you had a shit day. You needed to cry and that's fine. I'm not gonna leave you alone to cry over a cork,” he joked, resting his cheek on her head, “plus, it's kind of cold and you're like the best little space heater.”

She laughed, “At least I did something right today.”

“Hey, don't do that,” he pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, “I know you and I know that you are the most impressive person I've ever met. Look at how far you've come with your farm! How huge you are to this community!”

She looked down, causing him to tilt her chin upwards with his finger, “your good days far outweigh the bad. Next time you have a bad day, call me. I don't like that you're all upset.”

She gave a small smile and pulled him in for a tighter hug, “thank you, Shane. It really means the world…”

“Don’t mention it,” he sighed, returning the tighter hug, “and I really mean that. I can't have people thinking I've gone soft.”

#stardew valley #sdv #stardew valley fanfic #stardew #barkspawn writes #sdv shane #stardew shane #shane stardew valley #shane x farmer #stardew fanfic #sdv fanfic #barkspawn oneshots

[heniareth]

In Lothering

Chapter 1: First Steps are Always the Hardest

In which they march through the swamp and Astala packs out Chantry icebreaker games to do away with the damned silence.

Wordcount: 3,789

WARNINGS:

one character getting stabbed discussion of character death grief (Read on AO3)

“How about we take a moment to go round and introduce ourselves?” Astala asked when the silence around their campfire had become too damn loud to ignore.

Stubbornly crossed arms, eyebrows raised in disbelief, genuinely confused looks… she was scoring all the good reactions, wasn’t she? Astala looked around the circle they were sitting in—they had lighted no fire for fear of the darkspawn, even though all star or moonlight was choking in smoke—suppressed a sigh and wished she had just let sleeping dogs lie.

“We, uh, already know each other,” Alistair ventured.

“We know each other’s names,” Astala answered. “But not much more. If we’re going to spend the next months together, it’d be nice to know a bit more than that.”

Alistair acquitted the point with a half-nod and looked away again to lose himself somewhere between the ground and his thoughts once more.

“So what?” he said after a while. “I say ‘hi, I’m Alistair, I like cheese and corny jokes’?”

“Something like that, yes,” Astala said and smiled encouragingly.

#warden tabris #female tabris #warden #warden aeducan #female aeducan #aeducan #tabris #alistair #morrigan #barkspawn #dragon age origins #dao #dragon age fanfic #dragon age origins fanfic #astala tabris #sulri aeducan #my writings

[bluerose5]

Good Boy

Prompt fill for @k2e4 for “Fenhawke + fenris learning to baby talk the mabari like he does in blue wraith.”

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One thing that Fenris learned from his time in Kirkwall was that it was easy to pick up habits from others when people spent a lot of time together.

Of course, what happened was inevitable.

He, Garrett, and some of the others would often venture to the Wounded Coast with Barkspawn in tow. It gave Barkspawn a chance to exercise, to stretch his legs and run free outside of the confinement of the city.

When they weren't busy taking out bandits and raiders, Garrett would play fetch with his noble canine companion. Barkspawn would instantly take off into a sprint.

Sometimes, he would bring back whatever stick Garrett originally threw for him. Other times, he would go searching for a random bauble that caught his eye in the moment.

The end result was always the same.

Garrett would accept Barkspawn's offering; and in turn, Garrett would shower him with praise and affection. As soon as he started to croon, Barkspawn would roll around in delight, coaxing Garrett into giving him plenty of belly rubs and head pats.

At first, Fenris thought it to be a little silly but adorable nevertheless.

That was, until he started treating Barkspawn like that himself. Then, he understood.

The first time he did so, he was at the Amell estate, roaming the library late into the night. His thirst for knowledge only grew when he started to learn how to read, opening up an endless amount of new worlds and possibilities.

Garrett let him pick the next title on their list, but Fenris always had trouble simply picking one, the desk soon piled high with books and scrolls of various sorts.

When Garrett excused himself to go speak with Orana, Fenris found a warm, cozy spot to sit in front of the fireplace, scouring a heavy tome to his heart’s content.

Barkspawn came in not long after, curled up at his side.

Fenris spared him a small smile, which quickly soured when he turned the page.

There, wedged into the book, was yet another copy of Anders's manifesto.

Fenris had tolerated it when they showed up here and there, but even Garrett was grumbling more often about their random appearances.

Very convenient that more of them popped up in the mansion, seemingly out of nowhere, after Fenris and Garrett spent a single night together.

Fenris took the manifesto in hand, more than ready to tear it to shreds and use the scraps as kindling.

But then he paused, an idea forming in his mind.

He glanced over at Barkspawn with a smug smirk.

Fine. If Anders wanted to play that game, then Fenris could be petty himself.

"Hey," he called out, whistling loud enough to attract Barkspawn's attention. The mabari sprang up, ears stiff as he focused on Fenris. "I have a task for you, dog, if you're interested."

Barkspawn whined, his head cocked to the side in question.

Fenris waved off his concern.

"Worry not. I will reward you." When Barkspawn refused to move closer, Fenris sighed. "I'll get you a treat from the kitchens, and I'll scratch behind your ears."

Barkspawn perked up at that. He bounced around with an excited bark, tail wagging in agreement.

Fenris snorted.

How easy it was to gain a dog's favor.

"Here." Fenris offered the manifesto to him. "What I need you to do is sniff out the rest of these papers that Anders has hidden around the house. Bring them all back to me, and I'll see you rewarded."

The look Barkspawn gave him was way too intelligent for his own good, and Fenris couldn’t help but to get a tad bit defensive.

"Listen, I don't need any judgment from you." Fenris poked him playfully on the nose. "Need I remind you that Anders is a cat person?"

His responding huff was offended, resigned.

Barkspawn stepped forward and took a big whiff of Anders's scent. He then placed his nose to the floor, sniffing loudly before peering around, eyes narrowed in concentration.

Without warning, he took off.

While Barkspawn scouted each room, Fenris returned to his tome, slowly but surely making progress.

Eventually, Barkspawn returned with a whole wad of manifestos stuffed into his mouth. He dropped the pile at Fenris’s feet, covered in drool, and grinned.

Fenris laughed aloud.

"Good boy!" He exclaimed without thinking.

One by one, he fed each page into the fire's crackling flames. Barkspawn helped out in his own way to dispose of the pages, scratching at the pile until the papers were torn apart.

Once they were all burning to a crisp, Barkspawn stared up at Fenris, wide-eyed and expectant.

With a fond roll of his eyes, Fenris gave in.

"Oh, alright," he said. "You've earned it."

Fenris knelt before him. His hand hovered above Barkspawn's head, but the mabari didn't even hesitate. He leaned into Fenris’s touch, panting happily at the attention.

Fenris combed his fingers through the short fur. At first, his hands were slow, experimental. But when Barkspawn's tail wagged enough to shake his body to and fro, Fenris took that as a sign of encouragement, more than certain of the smooth motions.

Mindlessly, he started to croon at him, mimicking the higher pitch that Garrett used in such instances.

"Who's a good boy?" Fenris asked, green eyes alight with joy when Barkspawn flopped over onto his back. "That's right!" Fenris scratched at his tummy, sending the dog into a wiggly fit. "You are!"

It was easy to forget where he was. Petting Barkspawn was safe, calming.

Suddenly, he stopped to squint his eyes at Barkspawn in warning.

"Do not let anyone know about this, dog," he grumbled. "I have a reputation to uphold, after all."

"Good thing I was here to witness such a heartwarming moment then."

At the sound of Garrett's voice, Fenris startled.

Barkspawn tore free from his grasp at the sound of Garrett's voice, rushing over to jump on him instead. Garrett laughed, wrinkling his nose when Barkspawn kept hopping up and down in an attempt to lick at his face.

"Ew, dog breath," he snickered. "Down, you needy beast."

Immediately, Bark settled in front of him, his expression all too innocent.

Garrett looked between him and Fenris.

"Alright, what did you two do?"

"Why do you assume we did something?" Fenris huffed, his arms crossed over his chest.

"Barkspawn has that look on his face," he explained. "Like he just peed on the carpet or something."

Fenris glanced at the culprit in question; and lo and behold, there Barkspawn sat, his head hung low with his ears drooping.

The second he whined, Fenris knew the secret was out.

Not that he was trying to hide what they did in the first place.

"We might have used a certain apostate's strongly worded letter to stoke the fire," Fenris told him, his expression filled with amusement. "A rather nice alternative to getting more firewood."

Garrett eyed him, then promptly choked out a laugh.

"Is this where I'm supposed to give the obligatory 'you shouldn't have done that' spiel?"

"Perhaps, but it would be worth it."

"Mm-hmm…" Garrett hummed, his gaze straying over to the fireplace. "Truth be told, it was getting a little bit excessive, wasn't it?"

"Only a little?" Fenris scoffed.

"Okay, a lot. It was very excessive," Garrett sighed, dragging his fingers through his hair. "But you know he'll just try to slip some more copies in, right?"

As if Fenris wouldn't rise up to the challenge.

"Then, I'll just have to stick around more often to make sure that he knows the meaning of the word 'boundaries.'"

"Is that so?"

"With your blessing, of course."

"Of course." Garrett's small smile sent Fenris’s heart aflutter. "You know you're always welcome here."

Fenris cleared his throat, bashful in the face of such a bold claim.

"Right. Uh, well, then…" Fenris fumbled for his words, rushing to pick up the book he had been working on. "Can you—" He swallowed thickly, unable to meet Garrett's eyes for a moment. "Can you help me with this one part? I was trying to figure out the way this sentence is structured, how to make it flow properly when I read it."

Before he could explain further, Garrett's hands settled into place over his own. His touch made Fenris’s markings spark to life, glowing a soft blue where their skin made contact.

They exchanged a soft, tender look while Barkspawn watched them knowingly.

"I'd be glad to," Garrett murmured, nodding to their usual spot in front of the fireplace. "Shall we?"

And when the three of them settled by the fire for the evening, everything felt as it should be.

#dragon age #da2 #fenris #barkspawn #garrett hawke #fenhawke #bluerose rambles #bluerose writes #click on the title for link to ao3 #sorry anders

[thedragonagelesbian]

i miss barkspawn

#all this writing about digital animals/pets in games has me missing the Best Boy of the dragon age franchise #truly nothing more satisfying than high level barkspawn doing overwhelm tbh

[fictionaldogcompetition]

Contestants!

Below the cut is the contestants and their matches!

Each poll will be 1 week long, and they'll go out 10 at a time. The exact date and time polls will start going up is a little up in the air right now, because I'm going out of town over the weekend. So they might begin as early as Monday 18th, but probably not later than Wednesday 20th. I'll let you know the night before.

Anyway, just think of this delay as time to write propaganda ahead of your dog's poll going up!

Ruff Ruffman (Fetch! With Ruff Ruffman) vs Muttley (Wacky Races)

Snowy (Tintin series) vs Dog (Columbo)

Maliketh, The Black Blade (Elden Ring) vs Wolfie (Until Dawn)

Unnamed Dog/The Imitator (The Thing) vs Whisper the Wolf (Sonic IDW comics)

Queen Teatinu (Healin Good Precure) vs Nigou/Tetsuya 2 (Kuroko no Basket)

Melody Amaranth (Super Lesbian Animal RPG) vs Pappy van Poodle (Rusty’s Real Deal Baseball)

Sunkist (HLVRAI) vs Dog that can Drive (Drawfee)

Hylian Retriever (Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom) vs Wolf (Minecraft)

Bee/Bay (Dragon Ball Z) vs Shadow (Homeward Bound)

Blue (Blue's Clues) vs Ein (Cowboy Bebop)

Snoopy (Peanuts) vs Clifford (Clifford the Big Red Dog)

Argos (The Odyssey) vs Barkspawn (Dragon Age)

Diogee (Milo Murphy's Law) vs Winston (Hannibal)

Good Boy (DuckTales) vs Bear (Person of Interest)

Daisy & Winnie (The Mistholme Museum Podcast) vs Heidi & Jackie (Hello from the Hallowoods) 

Missile (Ghost Trick) vs Sparky (Frankenweenie)

Bond (Spy X Family) vs Goddard (Jimmy Neutron)

Scratch (Baldur’s Gate 3) vs Iggy (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure)

Cujo (Danny Phantom) vs Cujo (Cujo (1983))

Momiji Inubashiri (Touhou Project) vs Tequila/Ernesto Salas (Arknights)

The Hound of the Baskervilles (Sherlock Holmes) vs Scooby Doo (Scooby Doo media)

Shrimp (The Upturned) vs Holidog (Holiday World)

Rapunzel the Corgi (Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency) vs K9 (Doctor Who)

Blue (Wolf’s Rain) vs Shiba-Warrior Taro (Yu-Gi-Oh!)

Annoying Dog (Undertale) vs Old Dan & Little Ann (Where the Red Fern Grows)

Chou Chou (Shoujo Cosette (Les Miserables anime)) vs Porthos (Star Trek: Enterprise)

Pompompurin (Sanrio) vs Krypto (DC)

Sorry-oo (Moomin) vs Tau (Palia)

Jake the Dog (Adventure Time) vs Lesser dog (Undertale)

Noodle (Nona the Ninth/The Locked Tomb series) vs Nina Tucker/Alexander (FullMetal Alchemist)

Lucky the Pizza Dog (Marvel Comics) vs Seymour (Futurama)

Wishbone (Wishbone Series) vs Angelo (Final Fantasy VIII)

Ox (Dimension 20: Unsleeping City) vs Hewie (Haunting Ground)

Bingpup (The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System) vs Elena (Spiritfarer)

Barnaby B. Beagle (Welcome Home) vs Charlie B. Barkin (All Dogs Go to Heaven)

Polterpup (Luigi’s Mansion) vs Gromit (Wallace and Gromit)

Santa’s Little Helper (The Simpsons) vs Slink/Slinky Dog (Toy Story)

Courage (Courage the Cowardly Dog) vs Twig (Hilda)

Zosimos/Zozo (The Glass Scientists webcomic) vs The BTS Wolves (Midnight Burger)

Unnamed Dog (Teletubbies) vs Shigure Souma (Fruits basket)

Dachsbun (Pokemon) vs Hector J. Peabody (Mr. Peabody & Sherman)

Inuyasha (Inuyasha) vs Frank the Pug (Men in Black)

Sam (Sam and Max) vs Barnabas (The Sandman)

Duck Hunt Dog (Duck Hunt) vs Mira (Silent Hill 2)

Fairy (Mo Dao Zu Shi) vs Shiloh (Shiloh series)

Makkachin (Yuri!!! On Ice) vs Becquerel/Bec (Homestuck)

Rush (Mega Man) vs Dogmeat (Fallout 4)

Dog (Good Omens) vs Zamazenta (Pokemon)

#fictionaldogcompetition #tumblr polls #dogs #masterpost #edit: forgot to say this but if youve followed my other tourneys #you may notice some returning champs

[contreparry]

Hello Ann! Happy Friday :) For any characters "Running their fingers through your hair until you’re asleep"

I wanted to write this for the corporate espionage AU because I thought Zevran would fit this prompt perfectly. So here's some Surana/Zevran for @dadrunkwriting!

He woke up to fingers in his hair.

People liked playing with his hair. Zevran knew it was pretty- like the spun gold from a fairy tale, he was told when he was young, and he knew how to press every aspect of his being to his advantage. People liked pretty things. Pretty people. Whenever Zevran primped and preened he took extra time to tend to his hair. It served as armor, as weapon, as a tool that lured his quarry into his grasp. When someone was too distracted by the beautiful golden creature before them they often forgot what they were trying to hide.

But Zevran didn't want to be rid of this someone. Not yet. So he kept his eyes shut and let the man play with his hair some more as they lay curled up on his cheap mattress, under piles of blankets with a dog laying at their feet. Bran didn't seem to notice that Zevran was awake, for his hand never faltered. His fingers combed through Zevran's hair slowly, gently, a fluid, soft petting motion that was rather at odds with Bran's usually blunt, often harsh demeanor. Perhaps he was cruel with his words, but gentle in other ways. It made sense, Zevran thought as Bran continued to run his fingers through his hair. Bran Surana had been so very careful in bed, every touch as measured and calculated as if he was in his alchemy lab measuring out combustible materials and casting unstable spells. He treated Zevran as if he was fragile, as if he was as precious as gold. Little did he know he had invited quicksilver into his bed, a danger that he ought to toss away unless he was burned and forever scarred from his contact with him.

But Zevran didn't wish to move. Not yet. Tomorrow, he sleepily promised as Bran brushed his hair out of his face and a pair of soft lips kissed his forehead tenderly. Under Bran's touch he felt like he was golden all over. Bran sighed and shifted until their legs were tangled together and Zevran wanted to melt into the moment for as long as it could keep him.

"I don't know what to make of you," Bran Surana mumbled, his voice sleep rough and lazy. "Have no idea what you see in me."

Good. The mystery might keep Bran engaged, at least for a little while. It would keep Zevran by his side for a time. And maybe by the time the novelty faded Bran would lose interest and Zevran could... could do his work, as intended. And then they would leave each other both better and worse than they started. Bran would have a taste of intrigue and adventure, something outside of his sheltered upbringing in mage Circles and academia, even if he had to lose some of his research in the process. And Zevran would have completed his contract and... best not to think of what leaving would do to his psyche.

Crows weren't supposed to have hearts, after all.

But for now he could pretend. He liked playing pretend, and with Bran he could almost convince himself that moments like this- Bran's fingers in his hair, Barkspawn's soft snoring, warm blankets with printed nugs dancing over the cotton, the scent of mild laundry detergent- Zevran could almost believe that these moments could last forever.

#da drunk writing circle #my writing

[varricscrossbowbianca]

Letter from King Alistair to his romanced Warden

i wrote something for my fic a while back and just wanted to post that part here as well (under the cut because it's long)

for context: the warden (amell in this case) had disappeared after the celebrations when the archdemon was defeated and they only reappeared ten years later (at the start of inquisiiton)

‘’My dearest Mary,

to be quite honest with you, I do not know how to start this letter properly. Well, I guess I just did. I don’t want to take too much away, since I want to tell you so, so much, in person. I need to know it’s really you who came back after...ten long years. And I know I’ll say that I keep this letter short but you know me, once I start rambling I won’t be able to stop. You always listened to my ramblings anyhow, so I might just as well make it as long as I please.

I miss you. I know this simple sentence is not enough to express just how much I miss you. How much I have missed you. All I want is to see your beautiful, your extremely beautiful and wonderful face again. I know you’d punch me if I didn’t say that. And all the things I’m not saying you’d probably punch me for, too. This may sound odd and makes it sound exactly like I’ve been raised by dogs but...I miss your scent, even. You had left your purple scarf at the feast, which I have kept ever since. I tried giving it to Barkspawn, maybe he would have been able to find you but I think it just made him more sad, as it did make me, as well. You told me you had made your own perfume while we were out on the road. We didn’t have much time for bathing. Not like there’s a bathtub in the middle of the woods, anyhow. Anyway, you made this perfume which had...lemongrass and basil in it? I just remember thinking ‘’Why does it smell like lemon cakes and where can I get them?’’ And it was you. I have to admit, I used your perfume on one occasion. Alright, maybe twice. For my hair. Zevran actually asked me about it but your secret ingredients were safe with me.

I miss you at night as well.

The dreams of the darkspawn happen more frequently recently. I don’t know what it means, perhaps you have an answer to that? I miss being able to ask you to sleep next to each other when the nightmares were too much to bear alone. When it was the middle of the night and I awoke from one of those dreams. I went to you. And of course you were already awake, having had the same dreams. No one could ever replace that, you know. I couldn’t. When the nightmares get bad again, I imagine you lying next to me, hugging me and telling me it will be alright. I don’t know if that’s-- if that’s odd and you think of me as some creep who imagines his girlfriend best friend when she’s...when she was—well.

I don’t know what force has brought you back but I am very much glad that you are. I don’t know why you haven’t written me first, why Leliana gave me the news, but to be fair, she was always like this, wasn’t she. She knows everything, and I mean everything, probably even what I’ve had for breakfast when I barely remember. Was it cheese? Who am I kidding, it was obviously cheese.

I am also sure she secretly read this letter, she just needs to stuck her nose into everything hah. So, uh, hi Leliana, please don’t kill me for writing this.

You know, I actually had dreams about you. Made me think I knew where you were and if I just concentrated enough, I could find out where you were hiding. I never did. You never answered me in those dreams, either. It was very strange and different from the time we were stuck in the Fade at the Circle. The dreams I have had of you felt somewhat real. Were you by any chance searching for something? You looked like you did. You also had a jester’s hat on and were playing lute. Alright, that part was a lie. Honestly, you looked tired most of the time. I was trying to reach out to you but no matter how loud I screamed, you couldn’t hear me. I know you wouldn’t purposely ignore me, you wouldn't.

Were you searching for me?

It was probably my imagination that got the better of me.

Why did you leave?

You will tell me when you get here, which surely will be soon. There are some things that I have said. You have no idea how much I wished I could go back to that day and…

I never wanted you to leave. I wanted you to—I want-- I will tell you when you are here.

You deserve that much. You deserve. Mary, you deserve so much more than that.

I- oh wow, I seem to be as bad as ending letters as I am at beginning them.

I can’t wait to see you again. I mean it. I can not wait. It has been ten very, very long years.

Just come back to me. I will hug you for all the times you’ve been gone. Which would result in us hugging for...a long time. I wouldn’t mind. I would stay that way until the end of time.

Did you...did you think of me? In those ten years. I mean, of course you must have. Not easy to forget, am I? Right? I have been wondering all that time what you had been up to, I knew you weren’t dead, you couldn’t have been. You are the strongest woman that I know. You know that, right?

So? Did you- think of me? I have thought about you. Well, that’s an understatement.

You know, you must know. I’ve always believed in you. And I always will.

Come back. Be here. With me.

In love You are always on my mind,

Alistair (you know the guy with the perfect hair and expertise for cheese)''

#dao #da:o #alistair theirin #warden amell #alistair x warden #alistair x amell #. my writing #. it's so cheesy ahahaha damn #. i only changed it slightly to what i posted on ao3 (just like one sentence or so)

[august-anon]

Tie-Breaker

Tickletober 2022, Day 11: Competition

I think after tickletober is over and i have time, i might rewrite/write an extension to this one! As it is, it's very rushed and i just spat it out right now because i wanted to get it out before midnight and i did not have it written lol

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Fandom: Dragon Age: Origins

Ship(s): Alistair/Warden (F)

Characters (lee/ler): Switch!Warden/Switch!Alistair

Word Count: 576 words

Summary: The Warden intends to win their tie-breaker that night. No one ever said she couldn't fight dirty.

[ao3 link]

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It wasn’t often they found themselves without their weapons. The Warden almost never put her’s down, and she didn’t think she’d ever seen Alistair without at least his sword, if not his shield as well. The rest of their companions were much the same, Sten especially. The Warden was almost certain she’d seen him sleeping with his scabbard still on after they’d recovered Asala, though she couldn’t blame him after everything he’d gone through.

Still, they had to be prepared for the worst-case scenario and keep their skills sharp. Which was why she and Alistair had decided to end the day with a few rounds of sparring, setting their weapons aside to rush at each other with fists and elbows and feet. The others had watched them for a while. Sten had called out critique, Leliana and Zevran had cheered them both on, Wynne scolded them for not pulling their punches, and Oghren had– well, he’d been Oghren. The Warden was glad Zevran had noticed her discomfort with his hungry eyes and led him away under the guise of conversation.

One by one, their companions had dropped away from watching them, going to tend to their own needs: making dinner for the group, doing laundry, bathing, cleaning weapons. The only one still watching them avidly was Barkspawn, barking excitedly every time they tumbled past in their attempts to win.

They’d been sparring for some time now. Long enough that the sun had dipped most of the way below the horizon and their muscles were beginning to feel like jelly after their combined workout and day of intensive travel. But they were tied for rounds won, and the Warden refused to quit until a winner had been decided.

Then again, they’d never made any rules about fighting dirty.

The Warden fought down a smirk, not wanting to give away her plan too soon, and rushed toward Alistair again, using her smaller form to dart inside his space and slip around his form. He cursed under his breath, but she could hear the amusement in his words. She grinned as she slipped behind Alistair completely, then reached out her hands to squeeze at his sides.

Alistair jolted and let out a laugh, stumbling forward to escape her hands. “Now that’s cheating!”

The Warden let out a laugh of her own, jumping back out of Alistair’s reach as he turned and made a grab for her. “Sorry, darling, but I don’t recall us making a rule against it. Do you?”

A slow grin spread over Alistair’s face. “You’re going to regret that.”

“Oh, am I?” He lunged for her again, and she jumped back with another laugh. “I think you’ll have to catch me first.”

With that, she darted back into his space, giving a few quick squeezes to his sides and stomach before trying to make her escape. This time, she wasn’t quick enough, and Alistair managed to grab her with a triumphant sound through his laughter. She let out a quiet squeal as he dug his fingers into her ribcage.

“Regret it, yet?”

She threw an elbow back into Alistair’s torso, earning a startled grunt as he released her, and danced out of his range. “Gonna have to try harder than that. I still intend to win this one.”

“Oh, we’ll see about that.”

Needless to say, Sten had quite a few words for them about professionalism and vigilance when he came to fetch them for dinner.

#augtickletober2022 #tickletober #tickletober 2022 #tickle fic #my writing #dragon age tickling #lee!warden #lee!alistair #ler!warden #ler!alistair #ticklish!warden #ticklish!alistair #dragon age #dao #alistair theirin #the warden #alistair x warden

[ohhgingersnaps]

tagged by @iamthepulta

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPS.

I was today years old when I found out that Scrivener shifted over to saving all of my stuff in my Documents folder at some point?? Anyway this has inspired me to organize things a bit lol

we didn't start the fire || (Stardew Valley) (almost done!!)

epiphany || (WDSTF!SDV) (barely started)

Hanahaki AU || (WDSTF!SDV) (in progress)

Solarion || (Stardew Valley-based Rulebook?) (in progress)

Trash Hallmark AU || (Stardew Valley) (barely started)

holding patterns || (Original) (backburner, barely started)

dahtsi || (Original) (backburner, plot's solid but writing isn't)

getting along just fine || (Rune Factory 4) (backburner, close to being done but I am planning to go back and rework it entirely lol)

Okay SO I am mostly tagging mutuals who I feel like are likely to have a writing WIP folder, post regularly, and might be into this sort of thing? Obviously no pressure! (And also please feel free to tag yourself if you want to join in!) @marmorafarms @blackcoffeewrites63 @budgie-chan @barkspawn @memento-mariii @girl-mercury @jedi-valjean @ioannemos

#tag game #ask game #writing #also i feel like the taz balance pacific rim au belongs in here because i've thought about it enough but it does not have a doc yet lol

[aria-i-adagio]

Six-ish Sentence Sunday

Who got to write something that doesn't relate to math? Me!!!

tagging: @atypicalacademic, @motherofqups, @pinkfadespirit, @barkspawn-says-mage-rights, @niffty24, and @hollyand-writes if you would like to share any goodies from the week.

The hinges of the doors groan again, interrupting Anders’ musings, and he glances up. Cassandra meets his gaze with her steady one and pauses, holding a pillar candle in her hand. Anders is puzzled by her behavior, until he realizes she’s waiting for a sign from him to enter or to leave and cede the room to him. A Seeker asking him for permission to enter a room? Suddenly, the notion of a dead prophet whispering in his ear seems like the lesser absurdity.

When he nods, she steps into the chapel proper. “I did not expect to find you here.”

“Seeker.” Anders straightens up and turns away from the side table slowly, keeping his hands slightly raised, palms visible. He’s never understood why that posture tended to placate Templars, given that experienced mages rarely needed hand gestures for the majority of spells, but it often did. He grins wryly, mostly to himself, at the old habit, then decides to add a touch of drama for old time’s sake and sketches a half bow. “You’ve found me.”

Will Where the Elfroot Grows get another chapter before I turn a year older? Maybe.

#six sentence sunday #dragon age fanfic #anders #cassandra pentaghast #WTEG

[barkspawn]

May I (gently) request a part 2 to “Friends” (Shane) or “Smile” (Seb)?

They’re two of my favorite stories ❤️

I actually am working on a part 2 AND 3 for Smile. Here’s Friends pt. 2. Keep an eye out

OH AND THE LEWIS FACE-OFF FROM THAT PHOTO IS INSIDE

Also feel free to aggressively request things

Amelia opened her eyes, her body acclimated to waking up at hours she still deemed ungodly. She pulled out her phone and looked at the time, sighing.

Of course it's 7:30 am.

She had a small headache from the night before, sitting up and realizing it all really did happen.

Fuck being friends.

It took her a minute to process that it was not a dream, but real. She looked over at Shane, asleep on his belly, low snores being the only sound in the room. Amelia laid back down, staring up at the ceiling. Maybe she could get some more sleep. People fall back asleep all of the–

Fuck being friends.

Her mind clearly wouldn't let that happen. She heard Marnie stirring in her room. She thought about getting up and offering to make breakfast but found herself worried that Marnie would get the wrong idea as to why she stayed.

Instead, she stared at the door, lying on her side on the couch. Every so often, her eyes would move to Shane, his arms tucked securely around his pillow as if he let go, it would run away.

If he actually meant what he said… he could hold–

Nope. Stop.

Amelia sighed, pulling out her phone to play a random word game instead; something that could distract her and keep her mind busy.

She considered going back to sleep after a few minutes, feeling her eyes getting heavy, but really wanted to finish this level.

She let out a startled yelp as her phone fell out of her hands and directly into her face. She couldn't help but laugh quietly at herself.

Shane stirred though, making her freeze in her place. He groaned and rolled over, his eyes almost immediately falling on Amelia. They sat like that for a moment before Amelia gave a small wave and a quiet “hey.”

He sat up, his brow furrowed as if he was trying to make sure she was actually there. She followed his lead, sitting up as well.

“Amelia, don't take this the wrong way, but why are you here?” Shane finally spoke, swinging his legs off the edge of his bed and running his hand through his hopelessly messy hair.

Amelia couldn't resist messing around with him, tilting her head to the side, “I thought you'd remember. I stayed over. I slept over here because you don't like to cuddle after.”

“Fucking excuse me?” Shane finally asked, his expression nothing short of horrified. Amelia sat there with a straight face for a solid few seconds before she caved and laughed. She tried to keep the laugh quiet because of his hangover and Marnie in the other room.

“You're an asshole,” Shane groaned but failed to hide his amused expression. He looked back over at her, waiting for the actual answer.

Amelia shook her head and crossed her leg under her, “you were drunk as hell and it was late. So I just slept here.”

“Right, yeah. Sorry about that.”

“Shane, it's cool. We didn't actually do anything,” she teased, earning a glare, “you did tell me I'm pretty though. Apparently when you're drunk, you're all kinds of sweet and affectionate.”

“No, I did not.”

“Oh, that's absolutely the truth. You also decided my new nickname is Oatmeal.”

Thankful for the change, Shane spoke immediately, “okay, what drunk logic is behind that one?”

“Let me see if I can remember correctly…” she makes a point of trying to remember. the exact words came back to her, “you said my name has Meal in it… And Oatmeal is a food… And it's sometimes sweet and sometimes savory.”

There was a long pause before he responded, “that's fucking stupid.”

“Hey, I happen to love it. It's so cheesy.”

“No, that's usually grits.”

She just stared at him for a minute as he sat there, looking both amused and ashamed. She couldn't help but laugh, half tempted to throw something at him for telling such a dad joke.

“Alright, alright. I couldn't resist,” Shane held his hands up in surrender, “you set it up so perfectly. The name is kind of fitting for you I guess. But I'm shortening it to Oats.”

“I actually don't hate it,” Amelia responded after a moment.

“Alright Oats,” he emphasized, “then what happened?”

“That's when you told me I was pretty,” she commented, trying to look normal but she felt her cheeks burn pink.

Shane paused for a long moment, looking over at her, “alright, whatever. It's not like I was saying some crazy shit. Besides, you know you're pretty.”

She felt her cheeks burn more as she found the nerve to talk, “I actually didn't think so, but I know you do now. And thank you,” she paused. Before he responded, she spoke up again, “I helped you inside after that and helped you into bed.”

“Then why do you look like there's more?” he pressed after a second. She sat on the couch now, seemingly deep in thought. She really couldn't decide whether she should bring it up or she should let him do it if he remembers. After a second, she snapped out of it when he spoke, his voice gentle, “Amelia…?”

She took a breath and met his eyes, “you held my hand and you thanked me.”

“I… Held your hand? That's different,” he responded, his voice low, almost as if he was fighting to remember.

Amelia sighed, figuring it isn't worth lying, “Shane you told me being friends isn't enough. Your exact wording was ‘fuck being friends.’”

Shane froze, looking over at her. He seemed to vaguely remember, “shit.”

Amelia laughed, a little anxious, “it's fine. You were drunk. Everyone gets emotional when they're drunk.”

“Did I dream the part where I admitted it's been months now?”

Slowly, she shook her head, worried that if she moved too fast, she'd freak him out.

“Which means you said that I’d have to tell you when I'm sober then…?” Shane furrowed his brow. Amelia could see the wheels turning in his head as she nodded. After a moment he looked back over at her, “okay.”

She sat for a second just staring into his eyes, waiting to see if he was done. As soon as she opened her mouth to speak, he continued.

“See, I can't say ‘fuck being friends’ because it sounds like I wouldn't want to be your friend if you aren't interested in me.”

She sat for a long moment, watching him as he thought. She couldn't seem to fathom it, “Shane, are you saying…?”

“How about this? Friends doesn't cover the way I'm feeling right.”

He makes an unsure face as he gets caught up in his thoughts again. Amelia spoke up suddenly, surprising even herself, “Fuck being friends works fine.”

Shane looks over at her, a little confused before his expression fades to disbelief, “Amelia, are you tellin’ me…?”

“Friends ain't enough,” she started again, mimicking his original words, “you're really fucking cute, we get along really well despite being assholes to each other in the beginning, I love Jas and all of your chickens, especially Charlie,” she stops meeting his eyes, a small smile spreading over her lips, “so fuck being friends.”

There was a long silence before Shane spoke again, sounding almost nervous, “I, uh, have a couple of tickets to the Tunnelers game tonight. You could come with? I'll buy you stadium food and pretend you know what you're talking about.”

Amelia laughed, nodding a bit, “definitely. It's a date.”

They both stood and she grabbed her stuff, walking toward the door with him when they reached the bedroom door, she put a hand on his shoulder, “it's like… 8 in the morning. Go sleep more. I know the way out.”

He gave a nod, seeming thankful. He pulled her in for a hug, taking her by surprise. Still, she hugged him back, her arms secure around his neck. He felt like home for Amelia; almost like this is exactly what she needed. It was both a couple of seconds and an eternity before they let go.

“Thanks, Oats. I'll see you tonight, yeah?”

“Of course. I'll meet you at the bus stop at four.”

They gave a small wave and Amelia left his room, closing the door behind her. She headed toward the door, freezing as she made eye contact with Lewis. They both stood there as Amelia tried not to laugh. Lewis adjusted his hat before clearing his throat.

“I won't say anything if you don't.”

“Sure, sure,” Amelia responded, biting back her laugh until Lewis was out the door.

Today was going to be a very fun day.

#stardew valley #sdv #barkspawn #stardew valley fanfic #stardew #stardew shane #shane x farmer #stardew valley shane #sdv shane #shane stardew valley #shane sdv #shane #sdv fanfic #stardew fanfic #barkspawn oneshots #barkspawn writes

[heniareth]

In Lothering

Chapter 2: A Lotherinian Welcome

In which Astala slaughters the bandit leader, they go to bed hungry, and try to come up with a plan that spans more than the next couple of hours. Also, the fucking dog is still there

Wordcount: 6.372

WARNINGS: - canon-typical blood and violence - background fantasy racism

(Read on AO3)

They traveled the whole day, with less crouching now that Ostagar was out of sight, but with only that much more walking. Astala felt the steps in her freshly healed wounds. What would her guts look like when they were done with this? She’d already gotten an arrow and a knife lodged into them. And an arrow in her shoulder. If things went on along the same line, she would one day not be able to walk anymore.

In the evening, Lothering became visible at the feet of the tall hills through which the Imperial Highway ran. It seemed small; but there was smoke rising from the chimneys, which promised food and warm fires during the night. Their excitement was tempered when they saw what lay before Lothering. The road was blocked by two large carts and a surrounding smattering of crates. Among those crates, armed men were lounging around in the lengthening shadows. Astala stopped. Thank the Maker, her cloak was covering her weapons. What were shem doing this far out of the village? Nothing good, that was for certain. Maybe they should try to climb down the highway and walk around them. But by the time she had thought this, Sulri and Morrigan had already walked past her, and one of the shem had stood up and was clapping his hands together to rouse the others.

#tabris #aeducan #warden tabris #warden aeducan #alistair #morrigan #barkspawn #da: origins #dao fanfic #dragon age origins fanfic #dragon age fanfic #astala tabris #sulri aeducan #my writings #yah this is late bc i couldn't format it on mobile but here you go

[astroflowershop]

So, I'm still on DA:O, probably not even halfway through it.

May have accidentally learned of the warden's letter in Inquisition and I'm romancing Morrigan in it.

Can't get out of my head the Warden going through it all with Morrigan's ring, writing the letter as they fiddle and look at it, taking a break when they can and feeling Morrigan's presence through it, feeling the ring on their finger in every one of their fights, receiving strength from it.

And the Calling art. All those enemies and the Warden is by themselves, only their weapons, armor, skills and that one ring in their finger, quickly using it to feel her on the other side, and remembering that it's not only a fight against the dark spawn and their own calling, but a fight for her and their child.

Thinking of the Warden surrounded by Dark Spawn on that moment and maybe, just maybe, they've been looking for each other through the ring for so long that they can see Morrigan, their child and Barkspawn all together on the house they build together, and knowing that they're fighting for their own life, their life with Morrigan, and for the next Wardens to not have to do the same

#warden x morrigan

[companionwolf]

all my xcom longfics and aus

[as of 7/29/2023]

Key

COMPLETE - done and posted

ACTIVE WIP - currently writing

INACTIVE WIP - has words down but not actively working on

OUTLINED - has a outline

Toy Soliders ('what if the senior staff were literal toys?' AU and fic) [COMPLETE]

Central plushie fic #1 (aka MOLLE verse) [COMPLETE]

Transfer of Energy (aka Sweaterverse) [COMPLETE]

Rebel Just For Kicks Now (Lazarus fic) [OUTLINED, ACTIVE WIP]

Tragedy As Aftermath (Two Stand to Fall Central fic) [OUTLINED; INACTIVE WIP]

Exception (game!Central is a self aware AI AU and fic) [OUTLINED; INACTIVE WIP]

Earth Rises, Watchful (cmdr in space AU) [OUTLINED; INACTIVE WIP]

We Are But Soft Creatures (PMD AU)

Pale Blue Dot (Starbound AU and fic) [INACTIVE WIP]

Dear Human (Central plushie fic #2) [OUTLINED; INACTIVE WIP]

The Worst Timeline (satire xcom script fic) [INACTIVE WIP]

Don't Show Your Hand (card fic) [INACTIVE WIP]

Redemption Song (Bureau AU and fic)

Questers of Truth (dog AU and fic, Angela Hardy)

Eternity Utters a Day (strict vanilla canon fic; Nathan Stern)

I Swallowed Hard Like I Understood (SOMA AU #1 and fic) [OUTLINED; ACTIVE WIP]

Your Call (CYOA fic) [OUTLINED; ACTIVE WIP]

Cant of Resistance (Fantasy AU)

A Circle of Conciousness (Multi Central AU and fic)

Down the Rabbit Hole (Commander becomes lucid in the sim AU and fic)

So Promise Me That They'll Fall (Ghost!Commander AU and fic)

The Fuck Squad and their fic [OUTLINED]

Two Stand to Fall Commander time loop fic

Other Dog AU (Barkspawn)

Second SOMA AU

Transistor AU

Catgirls AU and fic [INACTIVE WIP]

Zombie Commander AU

Soul Cannon AU and fic

Pacific Rim AU

Stray/Eclipse Phase AU and fic [OUTLINED; INACTIVE WIP]

Murderbot Diaries AU [INACTIVE WIP]

#wolf barking #hello commander #tailstrokes

[ocean-in-my-rebel-soul]

HI OCEAN i love the wip name game. I'm so curious about "The Cullistair One [Cullen/Alistair]" 👀👀👀

I'm feeling a little out of my depth with this one, lol. I don't write Cullen very much (if at all, honestly), but when I was prompted with this one it intrigued me. They could have easily grown up together at the monastery, and I am leaning into that. This fic has King!Alistair, and they've only just recently been speaking to each other again after having lost touch, but I'm having fun.

Here's an excerpt from Alistair's chapter!

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“Do you know how frustrating it is to write to someone who you haven’t talked to in most of a decade and not know what to say? Three letters in and we’ve talked about mabari and taxes. That’s all!” 

Alistair groaned and pushed away from his writing desk. A glance over his shoulder found Barkspawn sprawled over the plush coverlet of the bed, tongue lolling idly. “Lucky you--you don’t feel weird about greeting other dogs after a while away, do you?” he grumbled. “Just some sniffs and barks and you’re fast friends again.” Alistair huffed a quiet laugh. “I can’t believe I’m jealous of my dog.”  

It had been almost a week since he had received Cullen’s latest letter. It was warmer, by far, than the previous ones, but still in that polite, almost-small talk arena that Alistair always found himself in, too distant from the depth he wanted, craved, needed. 

“I can’t just tell him my innermost thoughts, that would be weird. I just… want to, I guess,” Alistair muttered, looking back at the beginnings of his latest draft of his message. “What do I say to him? ‘Dear Cullen, I miss you, I miss the ‘us’ that wasn’t but could have been if we hadn’t been messed up and sent to war as children dressed like men. Please reply.’ That’ll surely make sense and encourage him to keep writing back.”

He paused, staring at the mostly-blank paper. “But if I don’t keep writing, he won’t. Why would he? Cullen’s a busy man. He always has been, hasn’t he? Even as kids at the monastery he was always doing things, always caught between one task and another. I… I didn’t expect him to write back in the first place, even, but he did, and he keeps doing so, and I have to send him a damn letter to keep it going. What do I say, Bark? How do I… how do I keep him? Maker, I don’t even have him.” 

Barkspawn snuffled behind him. Alistair sighed. He crossed to the bed, crawling over the quilted bedspread to wrap himself around the solid mass of muscle and fur. “If only people were more like dogs,” he mused. “I could just pet them and maybe feed them treats, play with them a bit if they wanted. That’s how I convinced you to like me, at least—wasn’t it, boy?”

#ocean waves back

[thedastrash]

Chapters: 8/14 Fandom: Dragon Age II, Dragon Age - All Media Types, Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age: Origins Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Fenris/Hawke (Dragon Age), Fenris/Female Hawke (Dragon Age), Cassandra Pentaghast/Varric Tethras, Alistair/Female Warden (Dragon Age), Alistair/Surana (Dragon Age), Alistair/Warden (Dragon Age), Alistair/Cullen Rutherford, Leliana/Sera (Dragon Age), Alistair/Morrigan (Dragon Age) Summary: 14 days of little lovey scenes between different Dragon Age characters <3

Day 8 of @14daysdalovers: "Companion"

Every Hero Needs a Best Friend Vela and Alistair bring the Inquisitor a surprise.

I could NOT resist writing this scene that’s been bouncing around my head once I saw the prompt. It had to be written.

#14daysdalovers #14dalovers #day 8 #companion #I love these two and I can't stop writing about them #alistair x surana #alistair x warden #warden alistair #surana #vela surana #leliana #barkspawn #mabari #dao #dai #dragon age #lemon #I wrote this