Inspired by “Army Dreamers” by Kate Bush // Best viewed in dark mode
Shay was scared to admit that he had fallen for Liam’s younger sister, he planned to take his secret to the grave and he succeeded for while until he found you years later, this time, possibly on the opposite sides.
Paring ➳ Shay Cormac x Liam’s Sister!Reader
Content Warnings ➳ Female Reader/Assassin Reader, typical Assassin's Creed violence, blood, assassinations, sexual content, death, murder, other tags to be added...
Dorian telling Cullen "for a templar you think like a blood mage" after just meeting him and I wish Cullen had SOME sort of reaction because I was like
In the Shattering of Things Chapter 35: In Your Heart Shall Burn
I've written as far as the Elder One in my DA:I longfic In the Shattering of Things featuring Rose Trevelyan x Cullen and Rose Trevelyan x Garrett Hawke.
Chapter 35: In Your Heart Shall Burn
Summary: Rose and her companions push out into Haven to distract the enemy long enough for Cullen's soldiers to aim and launch the trebuchet. The enemy is thick within Haven's walls and her party can barely hold against them. When Rose breaks away to draw attention from her friends and the trebuchet the Elder One himself comes for her.
Illustration by me!
Excerpt below:
Impulse fails me again. I break away to the right to distract the horde, hoping I’m quick enough.
“It’s the Herald!” I hear as I streak past the enemy. “Catch her!” I’m fast, but if my crew saw me leave they haven’t caught up with me yet. But I have the attention of the templars, the word ‘Herald’ rippling across the enemy forces as turned heads and turned weapons. I’m knocked roughly to the ground from behind and then jerked onto my back, grasped by a fistful of my armor. Another abomination of corruption has me pinned, a furious, shrieking growl breaking over me like a lament. What is left of the templar who’d become this stares down at me with glittering vermilion eyes, spires of red lyrium jutting from its pale flesh, growing from masses of scar tissue around it. I clench my teeth together, but whimpers of disgust and fear escape me as it holds me effortlessly against the wet snow. There’s nowhere to recoil to.
“Rose!” I can hear their distant, searching cries, but they’re too distant. I’d gone too far. But I have the enemy’s attention, and the trebuchet can turn. The creature over me glances up in response to the panicked calls of my companions, its movements jerking with impossible speed and then its attention returns to me. It reaches it up behind its withered head inside a templar helmet, snaps a pointed shard of lyrium and sinks it deep into my left shoulder.
The dissonant song of the substance floods my mind with its power immediately, like a ringing in my ears but more piercing, more disorienting. The fire of corruption spreads from the wound, or perhaps it’s just pain. I’ve never been stabbed before. Not like this. The lyrium sears me from within and immobilizes me even after the creature slumps away, snapping the crystal in my shoulder when a bolt pierces its skull. I don’t believe it’s pierced through into the ground, but I can only muster movement in my forearm and hand.
“Andraste’s tits, Rose! What–” Varric’s voice follows the bolt but it’s soon drowned out by the guttural roar of the dragon which sweeps low over us. I turn my head enough to see Varric and Solas attempting an approach, but the templars are overwhelming in number, forcing them back from me. The dragon circles above and dives, demolishing the inner fortification with a sweep of its great claw, blocking the path to the southern Trebuchet. I have to get up, I have to get free.
But the dragon steps toward me with an enormous man– no– creature– atop it and the enemy parts around me to make way. I roll up onto my good elbow and watch my fate arrive, here to deliver me to death or possibly something more atrocious.
I’ve felt evil like this before. From my earliest age. The indiscriminate destruction of innocence. And here it rides in on a dragon.
It's baaaaaaack...
Chapter 27 is up!
So, I mentioned in my last post that I've had a LOT going on and that hasn't changed.
I had a major surgery, changed jobs, moved to a new space in a new place (no roommate! just me!), started a new grad program, and I had COVID twice (the first time I had a fever for a month, the second, for 7 weeks!).
Sooo... 2022 was eventful.
But I have not abandoned this fic, and I'm pretty sure I never will, even if my pacing is a little... erm... inconsistent. lol
As I also mentioned, I was struggling with the other story gestating inside this story; I thought about putting it somewhere else, making a separate fic, idek - but every time I tried to publish that "last chapter," it felt too much like summarizing; rushed.
So I started fleshing out what happened in between it and the previous chapter, and, well... lol.
I found somewhere between 7 and 10 more chapters of story in there.
They're not complete, I'm not going to lie to you, but I know where it's going, generally, and I know the major plot points. I also feel pretty OK about what goes in the parts I haven't written yet.
I'm not sure how long this will take me. I just got over COVID and getting back to work at a new job under such circumstances is a lot, even more so one the new term for my grad program starts up again. But I've got some things written and I'll post those things weekly and write a little more if I can.
Many thanks to those of you who are still following this little labor of love. <3
image credit to the brilliant @ladylike-foxes
as much as i hate Cullen in dragoned age, i did try out his romance one time to see what all the fuss is about and i get it. it's a very cute romance. if it were anyone else, like a new character and not Cullen, i'd probably do the romance again. but the fact that it's him enrages me to no end.
Since my ol' warhorse is a Trevelyan himself... I'm always keen to know more about his dear cousins.
Would you mind to tell us some little secrets about handsome Ender and lovely Evynne?
Please 🙏😉
Ooh, no wouldn't mind at all! I appreciate the ask 🙏
So, little secrets? Well, my brain tends to get completely empty when asked broad questions haa but let's see. ^^
Both of them are artistic in their ways.
Ender loves books and art. He could spend hours in a quiet corner of Skyhold just filling up sketchbook after sketchbook with images and stories. As a child he would make up stories for Evynne, and only Evynne. He doesn’t ever show anyone else his art, until Dorian.
You would never guess it, but if Evynne could have been anything she wanted, she would have wanted to design and build houses. But being locked up in the Circle and the abuse she suffered at the hands of Templars quelled any dreams she had of ever being anything but a mage.
I have a gifset in the making for this particular fact; When Evynne gets overwhelmed by everything, she goes to the cliffs in the Storm Coast to let the roar of the ocean drown out the chaos in her head.
Ender wants a ton of kids.
Evynne loves cooking and science.
Ender is 11 minutes older, but everyone tends to assume Evynne is the older twin. Evynne always greets him with "Hey little brother", because she's slightly taller. This has already been stated in a few posts, but I feel it's worth saying again, because I love this fact about them. ^^
Evynne is very overprotective, because of past abuse they both suffered, and because Ender is too trusting, too polite, and too eager to make himself useful.
Evynne and Gwani are ex-girlfriends in my story, though I don’t exactly know how that works in my dai headcanons yet since in dai the twins have been locked in the Circle for almost their whole lives.
That’s what I can think of for now. If there is something more specific you’d like to know by all means, ask is open. ^^
The really annoying thing about dragon age (all of them) is how it's got cool lore and history and lots of fun plot shit and complex characters and then.... none of it is ever done justice or kept cogent. Not one single thing.