Appreciating any and all sapphic relationships in Dragon Age!

September 15th - September 21st 2025 organised by @flowersforthemachines, @inquisimer, and @larkinna

[dragonagesapphicweek]

Dragon Age Sapphic Week 2025 is officially wrapped up! Thank you all for sharing your creations - we had an amazing turnout and loved seeing everyone's works 🩷

If you have a piece that you didn't quite finish in time, never fret! Even though the event has ended, we will still reblog event-related works as long as they @ mention our blog or use #DASapphicWeek2025.

Check out the DA Sapphic Week AO3 Collection for more event works, or to add your piece to the collection!

[dragonagesapphicweek]

any plans for a sapphic week 2026? 👀

Hello, and thank you for your interest!

At the moment, we are considering running another Sapphic Week in September. Please stay tuned for more news later this summer!

[lelianazine]

☀️ Preorders End Tonight!

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[waxlyricalmoon]

Off The Hooke: A Hate to Love Marriage Annulment fic

[AO3 Link] Chapter 2: First Comes Love, Then Comes Marian

I did it. I did it! Both of the chapters I'd planned for dragon age sapphic week are out (dramatically late ;-;) but I DID IT! Thank you @dragonagesapphicweek for hosting and for all your work, seen and unseen!

Ship: Rook/Hawke Rating: E Chapter 2: 4300 words Prompts: Domestic Moments, Yearning, First Times Fic Summary: Months after killing the gods and saving the world, Rook de Riva finds themself living in the Lighthouse, lingering at rock bottom. That is, until they arrive home to discover Marian Hawke in their chair, drinking their wine, and demanding the swift return of their armour. Predictably, this results in...the convoluted bureaucracy that is Thedosian marriage annulment. Chapter Specific CWs: Explicit Sexual Content, Under-negotiated Kink, Drunk Sex, Dubcon, *checks notes*...inappropriate use of Fist of the Maker. More in the tags, Chapter specific CWs provided [AO3 Link] Chapter 1: Fuck, Marian, Kill

SFW Snippet Below:

Clean, dry, and moisturised, Rook returns to their lair to find that the Lighthouse saw fit to populate the chaise with an impressive pile of cushions. Goodbye, lumps! Nothing could possibly ruin— “Hi!” No! “Hawke?” No!

In a regurgitation of her past crimes, Hawke’s gaze meanders the length of Rook's exasperated form, starting with their woollen socks. She skims past the extravagance of their loosely slung silk robe, choosing instead to travel up the deep auburn-brown length of Rook’s leg before making a middling attempt at staggering up past their cotton underwear (veering instead into the ribboned jut of their hip). Ah, but they can’t blame her when she sprawls into a few tricky divots; anything that has to be tied up like that is only pretending to be friendly, and the cotton underwear is no better than its nature.

They shuffle helpfully, lending her a hand up to their navel. By the time Hawke reaches the duet of scars on their chest, she’s regained her composure enough to manage on her own, and when their eyes meet, she’s utterly shameless again. “I brought food,” she announces, shrugging two steaming bowls of stew into prominence, “and before you try to kick me out…before you try to kick me at all, I’m bringing wine, too.” Fiiiine. Hawke delivers the food and marches out, leaving behind the scent of pine and a sense of skittering dread. The Lighthouse has nothing to say for itself, but the door does have the good sense to groan shut behind her.

There really is only one thing to do here: Panic.

[AO3 Link] Chapter 1: Fuck, Marian, Kill [AO3 Link] Chapter 2: First Comes Love, Then Comes Marian

[captainmagpie-risha]

Finally

After months and +19 hours(??), my Anora x Kallian piece ! I wanted to post it for @dragonagesapphicweek day 1 (something something toxic yuri) but I am late and. It was meant to be a joke, at first. Anyway. Have your toxic yuri

Some close ups.

Anora's dress almost made me give up, and her FACE ? I think I redrew it like ten time. Couldn't work on it more than 1 hour at a time because it was SO hard to do what I wanted

Non canon ship, but they have such a complicated relationship I couldn't stop thinking about them.

Kallian was more afraid in the first versions and now she just looks horny, idk what I did to her but I feel that.

@anora-mac-tired as i'm sure you'll be interested

And obligatory @ajastu tag <3

[theesteppenwolf]

I'M LATE but I wanted to add at least something to DA Sapphic Week

So I had to do the Cyberpunk AU sketch with them too of course

@dragonagesapphicweek

[lunarprincessanni]

I am laaaaate af for sapphic week but I want to do something so maybe I will draw another day. For day 1 I had to draw Marjolaine and Leli. It is toxic for sure. Poor Leli has a thing for older powerful women for sure.

@dragonagesapphicweek

[taxymay]

A day late for the event; I was having too much fun playing around with this one :3 It's a bit of Flowers, First Times, Reunions, Yearning, Promises... Fanart for Savnarae's 6-day sequential Vivienne/OC narrative for Sapphic Week 2025! Divine Victoria's reliance on her dear secret Left Hand, Harellan Fellavhen, twists into more than just a Game. <3 (NSFW toward the end)

If you like what you read, I strongly recommend Sav's longer Solasmance fic, also starring Harellan: Long of Tooth and Ear.

[lagawara]

"There was no trace of you, Harding. You were just… gone. I don't know how I know, but I feel you. Right here. I just can't see you. Maybe it's a dwarf thing. A Titan thing… Or maybe it's just love. I'll see you again, Lace Harding. One Day."

@dragonagesapphicweek Day 7: Alternate Universe/Grief

(my rook is a they/them lesbian)

[tired-truffle]

Cliffs Edge

Female Lavellan x Female Elf OC

By @bibutterflies and @tired-truffle for @dragonagesapphicweek

Summary: A few months after the Inquisition moves to Skyhold, Cordelia discovers there's a new barmaid in the Herald's Rest—she's gorgeous... and possessed?

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After the Arbor Wilds, Corypheus's defeat, and an unexpected reveal from Solas, Cordelia's feeling low. Luckily, her good, close friend, Ashvalla, is there to help, which always involves flirting and this time involves... more.

The barmaid caught her approaching and grinned, then leaned her elbows atop the bar. “Hello, sweet thing,” she purred. “What’s your name?”

June'enaste, perhaps Cordelia should've expected the barmaid of all people to immediately start flirting with her, but the desire in her pretty green eyes was more than she'd... well, she didn't have very much experience with barmaids. It just seemed genuine was all.

And if she was going to put her cleavage on display like that, Cordelia was going to look. Creators, she didn't think she'd ever met an elf with breasts quite that large. She licked her lips and lifted her gaze to the barmaid's again. The woman's grin had widened, suggesting Cordelia had been caught.

"Cordelia," she said, flashing a smile of her own. "And yours?"

“Ashvalla,” she said smoothly. “But my favourites can call me Ash.”

She tilted her head to the side. "Am I one of your favourites already?" She was a sweet talker, this one. No wonder she got the job.

Cordelia tracked the way Ashvalla trailed her fingers across her collarbone in an almost lazy motion. Ash leaned in closer. “Would you like to be?”

Continue reading on AO3

[snail-woman]

The corrupt [Vilebloods] are heretics in the eyes of the Church, and thus subject to the wrath of the Executioners.

DA sapphic week slightly belated day 7, prompt: alternate universe (namely a Bloodborne au because of course)

[purpleenjoyer]

Leliwarden for the DA Sapphic Week (@dragonagesapphicweek extra prompt: Happy Ending!

[catgnostic-tomfoolery]

Day 7: Alternate Universe

modern AU

my eyes hurt so bad from staring at the computer monitor, but i will do anything for sigranni (seranrun? seran wrap?? lol)

[gay-goth-gremlin]

For @dragonagesapphicweek

pt. 2 from yesterday 💕

First kiss

Mythal & Arien

[ohimjustabard]

One last piece for @dragonagesapphicweek , that I’ve been waiting to show off. The tarot of S’vari Lavellan and Josephine Montilyet as The Lovers that I commissioned from @vorpaling

This piece is for my series The Dawn Will Come which chronicles the aftermath of the ending of the Dragon’s Breath Plot and the ending of the Inquisition, where Josephine is forced to make an impossible choice for S’vari’s future and deal with it’s ramifications.

I adore this piece with all my heart, and I cannot speak highly enough of working with vorpaling as an artist. They took so much time and care with the symbolism and artwork, it was a joy from start to finish. Under the cut is all of the symbolism they put into the piece, in the artist’s own words.

S'vari has lightning behind her to symbolize both her being a storm mage, and to pull in the tree of life symbolism from the original card. She has a seagull in the background to represent Josephine's sea colored future, as well as to tie in to her embracing Josephine's Antivan culture. She holds Josephine's hand with her left, with the Anchor between them. Additionally, her wedding ring is touching Josephine's ring!

Josephine has the same vines as on her tarot card to symbolize her connective and restorative nature, and also to tie into the tree of the knowledge of good and evil from the original Lovers tarot. In the foreground she has a Halla, to tie into S'vari's Dalish-ness and show Josephine has embraced her culture.

Then for the general symbolism, at the top (in the position of the one blessing the Lovers) is Bellanaris written out in Elvhen lettering. It radiates between them, connecting both of their individual sides of the card.

[rosella-writes]

@dragonagesapphicweek day 7: shapeshifting

Pairing: Eilonwy Amell x Morrigan Rating: E Words: 1200 Tags: shapeshifting, smut, knotting, size difference, werewolf fucking

For my free day prompt, I thought it'd be fun to explore sapphic lust through transformation and monsterfucking. I could write an essay about how the werewolf trope is such a good metaphor for comphet and the shame surrounding one's own natural attraction but others have done it better than I. And I have smut to offer instead lol.

"Consider, a wolf," says Morrigan.

Eilonwy considers it, tapping at her chin. She slowly, cheekily, smiles at Morrigan, until Morrigan shifts with discomfort and scowls back.

"What are you grinning at?" the witch grumbles. "You look a fool."

Eilonwy leans forward — the air between them in the tent is always tense, charged, full of magic and meaning, but now especially so. She plays and picks at the leather of Morrigan's skirt.

"I've mastered the flight of a pigeon," Eilonwy hums, "the slither of a snake, the gallop of a horse. Tell me why I should learn the wolf?"

Morrigan can't seem to help it — her mask cracks and she giggles a little, in her surprisingly shy way. She gestures with one brown hand.

"The wolf is sexually dimorphic," she demurs. "A female wolf is smaller, faster —"

"I've witnessed them."

Morrigan's eyebrows raise. "Ah!"

"I fought wave after wave of them in the wilds. I've witnessed you."

Eilonwy has advanced, no longer playing with Morrigan's clothes. She slides her palm up Morrigan's thigh, dipping beneath her skirts. She leans in, as if to steal a kiss.

"And why must I always shift into a female of the species anyway, hmm?" she whispers to the witch. "Why can I not… play with you in another way?"

Morrigan's lips part, and her kohl-smudged eyes widen. "An experiment, you propose? How do you intend to play with me?"

"Oh," Eilonwy murmurs, finally finding the apex of Morrigan's legs beneath her skirt, "I have a few ideas."

***

It takes four tries.

Deep in the woods, with only the faraway flicker of the campfire to guide them back home, Eilonwy tries on the shape of a wolf. She manages fangs, claws, mane and tail. She falls to all fours and sprouts fur along her spine. But the moment she focuses between her legs, she fails. She unravels. And she's naked in the grass again, a pale slip of a girl with nothing to show for her focus.

Morrigan watches her, as she always watches. To Eilonwy, she is an impassive, unimpressed mistress — she stares, aloof, analyzing her failure after failure. She plays with her lip as she watches, then smooths back her hair. It's only when she shifts her attention to her clothes, slowly removing piece after piece, that Eilonwy realizes what she's doing.

"Keep on," the witch says.

And the black slips of fabric binding her breasts fall away.

Eilonwy's focus narrows.

Her body is still a weapon, a tool, but in a new way. No longer does she think of her teeth and claws as blades — instead, her new body's power is in its strength, its weight, and —

Morrigan's legs fall open.

She's vulnerable to her, a prize waiting to be claimed. The witch's body is soft and pliant and beautiful, with soft black hair leading to her parted inner lips. With Eilonwy's new, keen eyes, she can see how wet Morrigan has become for her.

And then she parts her cunt with her fingers, spreading herself open for Eilonwy's view. She slides her finger over her clit — lets her head fall back, lets her throat open around a deep groan.

And Eilonwy can wait no longer.

She isn't finished — she's only half formed, half wolf, half herself. But she's succeeded in a way she hasn't managed before.

When she rushes forward, she feels the entirety of her will between her legs. It's a hard, pulsing need, and when she envelops Morrigan, consumes Morrigan, ruts against Morrigan, she no longer just grinds against the witch as they do in their own forms. She feels herself slip inside.

Morrigan is so warm.

She's clutching at her fur, moaning in her ear — she's so small beneath her that she crushes her into the grass. Her legs spread wide as Eilonwy fucks her new length inside of her. She's rutting up against Eilonwy's body, encouraging her to thrust deeper. She's speaking, but Eilonwy cannot focus on her words long enough to hear what she says.

Her cunt is sloppy-wet, a lock for which Eilonwy is the key. She loses herself in it, the entirety of her focus now honed in on making sure she fills Morrigan completely. She takes her — consumed by her heat, her slick, how good she feels around her cock. How good it would feel to slot fully inside her, to fill her —

When the knot comes, it shocks her.

Morrigan's moans crack into a low, primal grunt. Her breaths come quickly into Eilonwy's twitching ear — at that same moment, there's a rush, a swell of pleasure, but she's not coming. Not yet. And she cannot move, cannot thrust, there's no give to Morrigan's cunt anymore because she is full.

Eilonwy tries to fuck Morrigan with her knot, instinct now fully taking over, but she's immobile — Morrigan beats her fist against Eilonwy's mane, a panicked edge in her needy voice.

"You cannot,"she says. "It hurts!"

Take over then, Eilonwy wants to say, but cannot — she has no proper lips, no clever tongue, with which to speak.

So she turns over on her back, Morrigan still speared on her cock, to let the witch ride her as she pleases.

It's clumsy — Eilonwy's body is strange, still not truly hers and not truly a wolf's. But Morrigan settles into place readily enough after her confusion resolves. Her knees meet the ground on either side of Eilonwy's waist, her hands brace against Eilonwy's chest, and she throws her head back as she rocks back against the knot that swells inside her.

She's beautiful like this, Eilonwy thinks, her thoughts existing somewhere past her needs and wants. Hair full of twigs and grass, dirt smudged on her cheeks and arms and knees. Tears smudging her makeup.

For the witch is a primal, fucked-out mess. Her mouth hangs open around her moans as she takes what she wants from Eilonwy's changed body. Her belly, usually flat, swells around the length inside her. And when she realises that Eilonwy watches, Morrigan begins to put on a show.

She puts a hand up into her mess of hair. She gropes at her chest, playing with her own nipples, then slides one hand down between her thighs to stroke at her clit as she rides — and all the while, she fixes her golden eyes on Eilonwy's, as if claiming her with her stare alone.

"Come with me, my warden," she moans. She strokes at her clit harder as she begins to bounce — Eilonwy can feel her clenching down around her thick knot. "Fill me, love. I need all of you."

So Eilonwy wraps her clawed hands around Morrigan's waist. In this shape, this half-finished, half-monstrous shape, her fingers nearly span the entirety of Morrigan's body. And finally, before she lets her fear and doubt lead her to lose her control over this form, she gives Morrigan what she wants.

[repovt]

Dragon Age Sapphic Week 2025 - Day 7: Free Day

Josephine and Dorcas in Veilguard. I wanted to try making a Josie Rook so I could take a screenshot of them together since I already had a save with Dorcas in it <3 I hope it looks like her ^^;