Hi! I'm Kay, 30s, fanfiction writer, edit maker, breast cancer survivor. I've written for many fandoms but as of 2025, I primarily write for Andromeda Six, Baldur's Gate 3, Dragon Age, Mass Effect, and KOTOR. Listed below are links to my fics/edits as well all of the current OCs for each fandom.
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Fandom: Dragon Age the Veilguard
Pairing: Evka Ivo/Antoine
Rating: Teen
Summary: The Anderfels wasn’t the best place for a romantic moment, but Evka didn’t mind as much when it involved Antoine.
Words: 807
Additional Tags: Dragon Age Kiss Week Day 1: Camp, Pre-Canon, Grey Wardens, Anderfels, Love, Established Relationship, Mild Gore
First fic for Dragon Age Kiss Week! Some Grey Warden love with Evka and Antoine! This is the first time I’ve written them and I had a lot of fun. I didn’t want to get too crazy with these fics so I tried to limit them to shorter word counts and I think I did a decent job. Thank you for reading!
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The campfire crackled and popped, the silence of the Anderfels pressing in like the darkness did. Dust whipped into her eyes as Evka sat there, each breeze bringing the stench of the dead with it. She didn’t know how many darkspawn they’d slain earlier in the evening, but the smell lingered and it nearly made her sick the longer she sat there. With a sigh, she stood, the muscles in her legs protesting the movement. She’d sat in one position for too long, especially after such a brutal battle against the blight, and now she would pay for it.
The hour was late, the moons shining brightly on the landscape surrounding their little camp. The air had grown cold, the heat of the day disappearing as soon as the sun had set. Evka shivered, finding her casual clothing didn’t help much against the chill, and she wished she’d grabbed a blanket before settling down.
A rock skittered across the ground, breaking whatever peace there was to be had after such a bloody day, and Evka spun around, heart thudding hard in her chest. Her gaze settled on a man walking towards her through the silver moonlight, one whose presence meant safety and security. And love. As her heart returned to a normal thud, Evka sighed, body relaxing when a well aimed grin appeared on his face.
“I apologize. I did not mean to disturb you.” The sound of his boots on the rocks were more noticeable the closer he came, but Evka wondered how she hadn’t heard him leave the tent. Perhaps he was sneakier than he knew.
“I’d never say no to company.” Holding out a hand to him, she waited until he took her offer, his hand easily sliding into her grip, and she grinned up at him. “Especially if it’s yours.”
“You flatter me, bien-aimée.” He leaned over to press a soft kiss against her knuckles, and it took everything in her not to flush in response. Antoine had always been sweet, considerate, and it was part of the reason Evka had fallen for him. Among other things. He was also selfless, protective, and there were too many times where she wondered how she’d managed to get so lucky.
Antoine’s arms came around her, a safe cage from the scars left on her from the day, and she snuggled against his chest, her ear pressing against the place where his heart beat steadily. He’d always been more sensitive to the blight, and sometimes she worried about that, about where it would lead them, but in the quiet of the night, she could forgot about it all.
Antoine was safe. She was safe.
As wardens, they took each day as it came, the dangers of their work not lost on either on them. But even if it was for only a short time, she’d take whatever love he’d give her in brief pauses of their chaotic lives.
The soft touch of a kiss brushed the top of her head, Antoine lingering briefly, inhaling the scent of her hair. Which she doubted smelled great after traveling the last few days. But she didn’t speak in an effort to prolong the moment, only smiling against his chest, trying to hold on to what peace they had.
True peace wasn’t easy to come by, but with Antoine, Evka could pretend it was simple. And she’d hold onto that as much as she could, until the inevitable day came that took one of them.
“I can feel your smile.” Antoine’s voice was quiet even in the silence, as if he didn’t want to interrupt her rambling thoughts, but couldn’t help himself. “What are you thinking of?”
Evka shifted to gaze up into his eyes, a color that haunted her dreams when she slept and blessed her waking hours. A color she’d never tire of. “I’m thinking about how I must smell, after everything.”
“Ah, but you smell like my favorite perfume.” He paused, a goofy smile curling his lips and she waited, knowing what was coming next. Because he was adorable and she loved every inch of him. “Eau de Evka.”
Wrinkling her nose was almost instinctive. “That sounds unpleasant.”
Antoine laughed, slinging an arm around her shoulders before steering her towards the center of camp. Towards the warmth of the campfire. She hadn’t even realized she’d started shivering again. “That’s where you’re wrong. There is nothing better than the scent of the person one loves.”
On another evening, she might’ve questioned the validity of such a claim, but she was tired and the pressure of Antoine’s arm against her body was comforting. So she leaned into him slightly, listening to him shower her in praise, any fears that’d crept into her mind disappearing as they settled around the fire, her husband proving once again why she’d chosen him.
The part of this that took the most getting used to was group size.
Hawke knew enough about the Anderfels the terrain and the weather were both expected. And she knew it was a long journey. But she was so used to having her friends around. There weere always at least three or four of them easily roped into whatever she was up to.
Fenris and Grizzly as her only company still felt odd.
She wasn't complaining, not exactly. The more... intimate size was nice when she wanted to think. But she did miss the chatter, the laughter, Varric complaining about any terrain that wasn't city streets. Extra hands were also nice for setting camp, though at least they only had one tent.
"Is something bothering you, Hawke?" Fenris asked, after they'd settled in a small biovauc between rocky outcroppings for protection from the wind. And any bandits that might roam.
She shook her head and joined him sitting next to the campfire. "Not bothering, just... it's weird traveling without... everyone around. You know?"
He was quiet a moment, poking the fire with a stick. "Most of my traveling was solitary prior to Kirkwall," he said. "I suppose I'm more accustomed to it..." He didn't point out the three years since Kirkwall, on the move--on the run--for most of it by themselves. "I find I prefer it this way."
Hawke snorted and rested her head on his shoulder. "Quality not quantity for you?"
Fenris chuckled. "Indeed. You and your hound are the finest of company."
She didn't reply at first, just smiled as she stared at the dancing flames. It was nice not having peaceful moments interrupted by bickering or light-hearted debates. After a moment, though, she straightened and looked at him. "I do appreciate you being here, Fenris. It would be an extremely lonely trek to make on my own."
"Of course. I swore an oath to walk into the future at your side." He smoothed loose strands of red-brown hair back behind her ear, mirth glimmering in his eyes. "And Grizzly would have been most put out if denied the chance to accompany you."
"Mm, yes, I'm sure Grizzly would have been the only one sulking," Hawke smirked, lightly cupping the side of his face. "How noble of you to facilitate our reunion."
Grizzly snorted from across the campfire and curled in a tighter ball to sleep.
"It is my very great pleasure," Fenris said sotly, gravely, the mirth lingering as his gaze dropped to her lips.
A gesture she mimicked; she did very much want to kiss him right now.
So she did. She'd never been one to beat around the bush, this was the last place she intended to start.
Fenris gave a soft--mildly surprised--grunt and then his arm was around her waist, tugging insistently until she was halfway into his lap. She moaned into the kiss as she went, fingers raking through his hair to clench at the nape. He responded in kind, knocking loose the hair he'd smoothed earlier.
They were both breathing hard when they parted. Hawke did have to admit it was nice to not have Merrill's giggles or Isabela's wolf whistles as backdrop to kissing the man she loved. A man currently studying her with one brow arched.
"I think I'm coming around to your point of view," she said, leaning in to kiss him again. "This is the perfect group size."
And Fenris chuckled into her mouth as he kissed her back.
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word count: 920
rating: G - general audiences
featuring: Daylen Amell (she/her, my custom warden) + Alistair Theirin
notes: this is just tooth-rotting fluff, don't worry about things like "where in the DAO timeline does this take place?" ❤️
Link to the fic on AO3: (x)
The embers of the campfire were dying. Daylen could have stoked the flame back to life if she chose, but her arms were wrapped tight around her middle as she sat in the grass with her knees curled up to her chest. The two moons hung heavy in the sky above her for it was well into the evening at this point. Her mind was simultaneously full and empty all at once, so many thoughts racing by that she couldn't catch a single one to concentrate upon.
In fact, her mind was so busy that she didn't hear the footsteps coming up behind her. Not until it was far too late.
"Daylen?"
She jumped at the sudden intrusion, clutching at her chest where adrenaline kicked her heart into overdrive. Her genuine terror kept her full eyebrows shot up well into her hairline as she turned to face the fearsome...Alistair. A sleepy Alistair rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand trying to stifle a yawn.
"Sorry, sorry, didn't mean to frighten you. I'm not a Darkspawn, even if I've been accused of snoring like one..." he mumbled, the corner of his mouth turning up into a slight grin.
Daylen, despite herself, rolled her eyes at him. "Well, you do. Would you want me to lie to you?"
Alistair settled in beside her spot in the grass. He turned his head to face her, cocking it slightly to the side as his eyes roamed over her face. Her heartbeat hadn't quite calmed down just yet, but his comforting scent filling her nose helped.
"No, of course not. You can always tell me the truth," he said. His tone had started off light, continuing with their easy banter they fell into quite often, but it ended far too soft for it to be a mere joke. One of the many reasons Daylen had fallen for him to begin with; his sincerity. It made her melt.
She scooted a little closer to him so she could truly bask in his soothing aura. Immediately, he obliged her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, tucking her into his side like she fit perfectly. Like she could always be safe here.
Her eyes burned with unshed tears as her bottom lip wobbled a little. Almost as embarrassing as being so scared of him before, but blessedly he was kind enough to not bring it up. They sat like that for a long moment, only the sounds of the dying fire and the ambience of the Ferelden landscape to keep them company.
Eventually, Daylen gathered herself enough to sit back a little bit, resting her head against his broad shoulder. Her eyes were dry now, though her throat was still a bit thick as she admitted, "I'm quite afraid, Ali."
She hated herself for feeling that. All of Ferelden was counting on her to be strong. The Grey Warden, the stalwart defender keeping the hordes of Darkspawn at bay, the great hero to kill the Archdemon and stop the blight from spreading to the rest of Thedas; that was what she was meant to be. None of that sounded like her. She wasn't a champion. She was just a girl locked in a tower worrying about whether she'd pass her Harrowing. Studying books and laughing with Jowan, her world used to be so small. What did Duncan ever see in her worth saving?
A hand came to rest on her cheek and gently tilt her face upwards. The look on Alistair's face almost made her want to cry again. His typical easy smile was downturned as his brows furrowed. "Of course you are. You'd have to be out of your mind not to be given the circumstances."
"But-"
"Daylen," he interrupted her, running his thumb along her cheek in a small circle. "You're not alone any longer. You don't have to shoulder everything all on your own. I'm here. And, no, I can't magically fix all of our problems, but talking helps. You taught me that."
Of course, he was right. Or she was right since she was the one who had said a similar sentiment to him early on in their relationship when it was all sidelong glances stolen in the Korcari Wilds. Just saying it out loud released some of the pressure off of her mind, enough to let out a breath.
Their lips met in a sweet, feather-light kiss when he leaned forward. Daylen sighed into it, smiling when he pulled back.
"What would I do without you?" she asked, genuinely.
"Perhaps not be driven away from our tent in the middle of the night due to my inhuman snoring," he teased. Alistair was decent enough to pretend that was the reason she came out here to sit by herself, giving her an out from the depths of her anxiety. Truly, what would she do without him?
She laughed as he stood and reached a hand out for her to grab onto. As she lifted herself up using his weight as leverage, he said, "Seriously. It is a problem. We ought to visit a healer once we make it to Denerim."
"We'll make it the utmost priority. Darkspawn can wait," she teased back. This sent them into a banter about defeating the Archdemon by annoying it to death with the sounds of Alistair snoring. It wasn't really about the words that they said though. Just that there was someone there to listen to them. That was enough to quell her doubts.
Fandom: Dragon Age the Veilguard
Pairing: Evka Ivo/Antoine
Rating: Teen
Summary: The Anderfels wasn’t the best place for a romantic moment, but Evka didn’t mind as much when it involved Antoine.
Words: 807
Additional Tags: Dragon Age Kiss Week Day 1: Camp, Pre-Canon, Grey Wardens, Anderfels, Love, Established Relationship, Mild Gore
First fic for Dragon Age Kiss Week! Some Grey Warden love with Evka and Antoine! This is the first time I’ve written them and I had a lot of fun. I didn’t want to get too crazy with these fics so I tried to limit them to shorter word counts and I think I did a decent job. Thank you for reading!
@dragonagekissweek
Read on AO3
The campfire crackled and popped, the silence of the Anderfels pressing in like the darkness did. Dust whipped into her eyes as Evka sat there, each breeze bringing the stench of the dead with it. She didn’t know how many darkspawn they’d slain earlier in the evening, but the smell lingered and it nearly made her sick the longer she sat there. With a sigh, she stood, the muscles in her legs protesting the movement. She’d sat in one position for too long, especially after such a brutal battle against the blight, and now she would pay for it.
The hour was late, the moons shining brightly on the landscape surrounding their little camp. The air had grown cold, the heat of the day disappearing as soon as the sun had set. Evka shivered, finding her casual clothing didn’t help much against the chill, and she wished she’d grabbed a blanket before settling down.
A rock skittered across the ground, breaking whatever peace there was to be had after such a bloody day, and Evka spun around, heart thudding hard in her chest. Her gaze settled on a man walking towards her through the silver moonlight, one whose presence meant safety and security. And love. As her heart returned to a normal thud, Evka sighed, body relaxing when a well aimed grin appeared on his face.
“I apologize. I did not mean to disturb you.” The sound of his boots on the rocks were more noticeable the closer he came, but Evka wondered how she hadn’t heard him leave the tent. Perhaps he was sneakier than he knew.
“I’d never say no to company.” Holding out a hand to him, she waited until he took her offer, his hand easily sliding into her grip, and she grinned up at him. “Especially if it’s yours.”
“You flatter me, bien-aimée.” He leaned over to press a soft kiss against her knuckles, and it took everything in her not to flush in response. Antoine had always been sweet, considerate, and it was part of the reason Evka had fallen for him. Among other things. He was also selfless, protective, and there were too many times where she wondered how she’d managed to get so lucky.
Antoine’s arms came around her, a safe cage from the scars left on her from the day, and she snuggled against his chest, her ear pressing against the place where his heart beat steadily. He’d always been more sensitive to the blight, and sometimes she worried about that, about where it would lead them, but in the quiet of the night, she could forgot about it all.
Antoine was safe. She was safe.
As wardens, they took each day as it came, the dangers of their work not lost on either on them. But even if it was for only a short time, she’d take whatever love he’d give her in brief pauses of their chaotic lives.
The soft touch of a kiss brushed the top of her head, Antoine lingering briefly, inhaling the scent of her hair. Which she doubted smelled great after traveling the last few days. But she didn’t speak in an effort to prolong the moment, only smiling against his chest, trying to hold on to what peace they had.
True peace wasn’t easy to come by, but with Antoine, Evka could pretend it was simple. And she’d hold onto that as much as she could, until the inevitable day came that took one of them.
“I can feel your smile.” Antoine’s voice was quiet even in the silence, as if he didn’t want to interrupt her rambling thoughts, but couldn’t help himself. “What are you thinking of?”
Evka shifted to gaze up into his eyes, a color that haunted her dreams when she slept and blessed her waking hours. A color she’d never tire of. “I’m thinking about how I must smell, after everything.”
“Ah, but you smell like my favorite perfume.” He paused, a goofy smile curling his lips and she waited, knowing what was coming next. Because he was adorable and she loved every inch of him. “Eau de Evka.”
Wrinkling her nose was almost instinctive. “That sounds unpleasant.”
Antoine laughed, slinging an arm around her shoulders before steering her towards the center of camp. Towards the warmth of the campfire. She hadn’t even realized she’d started shivering again. “That’s where you’re wrong. There is nothing better than the scent of the person one loves.”
On another evening, she might’ve questioned the validity of such a claim, but she was tired and the pressure of Antoine’s arm against her body was comforting. So she leaned into him slightly, listening to him shower her in praise, any fears that’d crept into her mind disappearing as they settled around the fire, her husband proving once again why she’d chosen him.
