Dragon Age: Inquisition Companion Jealousy Headcannons
Nobody asked for it, but here is a compilation of how I think all the romanceable characters would react if they saw someone being overly flirtatious with the Inquisitor at a Orlesian party.
It's all fun and games until she sees someone flirting with her Inky, standing too bloody close with their hands on her shoulder, laughing snootily. She'd considered throwing a pie to their face -or better yet, an arrow- but then they would never know it was from her and she wanted them to know. So, she strided up to them, stomped on their foot with all the strength she had before cheekily wrapping her arm around you and placing a kiss on your cheek. "Move it, asshat. People are trying to have a good time and your face is ruining it."
She turn to her with a raised brow, "I thought I told you to play nice."
"Oh, that was nice. Next time, they'll get an arrow to the face."
She was above all the games the played. The wicked grins, the sly glances and the feeling that someone might stab you in the back at any given moment. She was above the frivolity and glamor of it all. That is, until she saw the many flirtatious advances made on you. You had been separated since you both needed to conduct your own separate business, but her eyes couldn't help but glance at your direction, at the way the ladies gently locked their arms with yours, how they pushed out their chest, smiled coyly and fluttered their lashes. She was so enraged, her hands were shaking. She left what she was doing, grabbed a flute of wine and walked over to you. As she walks over, she trips and spills her drink over a few of the ladies. "Oh, I'm so sorry. It's hideous now..." She says, staring at their pretty dresses. "Better go get changed."
"You're smiling." You say, a wicked grin on your face.
"You are mistaken." She says pursing her lips, unable hid the slight twitch.
"You are." You laugh, gently wrapping your arm around her and placing a kiss on her hand. "It's alright, love. You are the apple of my eye, the light of life and the only one for me."
She doesn't lose the scowl, but she leans into you, resting her head on your shoulder. "I'd better be."
His amatus was making rounds around the room, chatting it up with the nobles. His handsome face and charming smile was something he always liked to admire, and apparently, he wasn't the only one. A noble seemed to have taken quite a liking to his lover, having one arm wrapped around him as they introduced him to their friends by his name instead of title. Like they'd been friends for years, or more than that, by their closeness.
He did not go through all the trouble of deciding to helping the inquisition, meeting the inquisitor, having him turn out to be the most wonderful person he's ever met, falling in love with them and having his love returned, and fighting an archdemon alongside him to have someone try and steal him away. Especially not someone wearing the most horrid chartreuse hat he'd ever seen.
He strode up to you and deftly spun you out of their grasp. "Amatus, I believe you owe me a dance."
You couldn't help but laugh. "Do I now? But how could I ever compete with grace and style on the dance floor?"
"That handsome face will distract everyone from your terrible dancing and with me guiding you, you can't go wrong." He said tossing a glance at the noble, making sure to never let go of your hand as he guided you to the dance floor.
He detested parties and tried to avoid them at all cost. He always tried to find a quiet corner to wear out the night in but they always seemed to find him. The nobles women seemed to have a nose for finding him that would give a mabari hound a run for his money. He rejected advance after advance, giving no quarter but in the flurry of it all, he had lost you. He searched over the tops of heads looking for you.
And there you were, beautiful as ever, laughing. He was almost too taken aback by you that it took him a second to notice the man standing next to you. The man was handsome, and apparently very charming, by the way you could barely breathe in your laughter. His smile did not fool him, he knew by the way he watched you that he had no intention of simply becoming friends. His blood boiling, he excused himself, rather forcefully and strided up to you.
You were surprised since he seemed quite busy but still very happy to see him. "Oh, Cullen! This is-"
"I'd like a moment." He stated, arms behind his back. "Alone."
"Oh, sure..." You bid your farewells to the man before following Cullen to a balcony. "You realize that was very rude? Josephine is sure to give me speech on proper etiquette when we get back." You say, jumping to sit on the stone railing.
You softened as he didn't answer, placing your hand on his shoulder. "What's wrong? You seemed angry back there..."
"I'm not angry... I'm just frustrated. " He sighed, leaning over the railing.
"Not with me, I hope?" You laugh.
"No!" He said, almost startled. He took your hand in his, placing a kiss on it, never letting it go. "I could never be angry with you... It's just- that man... He was so...!"
And then it all finally clicked together. "Maker's breath, Cullen were you jealous?" You ask, smiling from ear to ear. "Oh, that is adorable!"
"A-adorable...?!" His cheeks were flushed as he looked at you and could only stand still as you placed a kiss on his forehead.
"I love you." You said placing a kiss on his cheek.
"I..." You placed another on the opposite cheek.
"You." His lips. "No one could ever change what I feel for you."
He smiled up at her. "I might need some more convincing..."
She loved parties. The court intrigue, the schemes, the secretiveness of it all. It was thrilling for her, the game. She loved the glitz and glam of it all. She loved it even more with you there. But she understood that you didn't really like it as much as she did, which is why she usually found a secluded corner for you to pass the time. She'd make her round around the party, gather bits of gossip that she thought you'd find interesting or funny before returning to you, usually with a plate of food or with drinks (which you greatly appreciated).
But as she approached the spot where she had left you, she quickly realized that you were not alone. Sitting far too close to you on a couch were two Orlesian nobles. Their faces inches away from yours and were whispering something in your ear, not bothering to notice the way you tried to put distance between them and you.
"Viscount De Calvio. Dutchess Anisia. How lovely to see you." She could feel her cheek twitching as she smiles at them. This was unlike her, she had learned the game at a young age, she shouldn't be showing such obvious irritation. "I was so sad to hear about your brother moving away, Dutchess Anisia."
"Yes, Damien has gotten an all expenses paid scholarship to one of the best colleges in Thedas."
"That's funny because I saw him recently in Nevarra along with that servant girl you had fired. Oh, what was her name again...? Annabelle...? Anais? Ah, it was Annika! She was a big as balloon too... I'd estimate about eight months pregnant at least, around the same amount of time she's been fired. The poor thing..." She frowned at the Duchess, who was white as a sheet.
She turned to the Viscount. "And you, Viscount, I'm surprised to see you here since your family has been going through such a hard time with all that dept your father left you. My condolences. "
Anger was written over their faces. They looked they would punch her right then and there, but this was the game. They couldn't go through with it should they wish to continue playing, so they simply left in huff.
She smiles brightly at you, taking a seat next to you.
You laugh. "Did I mention I love it when you give people a tongue lashing?"
She leaned her head on your shoulder. "I let my temper get the best of me. They'll probably be declaring war on my family by the end of the night."
"For you, my love, I'd fight a thousand wars." You rest your head against hers.
"Oh, hush." She says, hiding her face in the crook of her neck but you could feel her smile.
He was enjoying the party. Well, mostly the food. He'd seen the Inquisitor make their rounds, greeting the nobles and important people. He'd decided to just let them handle it, since he was no good at playing the game. Killing stuff, yes. But learning how to dance around without saying what you meant? No, it wasn't his style. The inquisitor was great at it (or learning to anyway) and he admired that.
As he searched the crowd for them, he spotted them saying their farewells to the nobles. They're eyes met and he could feel a smile creeping on his face. He waved them over, eager to finally get a chance to be with them alone.
He'd never thought he'd be this attached to someone. "Romantic love" wasn't something the qunari really believe in. He'd thought the same for years, loving the chargers like family and having his occasionally fling here and there. Yet here he was, smiling like an idiot, and at the leader of the Inquisition, no less.
But you approached, you were cut off by noble who seemed have had too much wine. He leaned against a pillar, blocking off your path. You were a bit shocked but tried to be pleasant while trying to end the conversation quickly. The Orlesian noble seemed to take your politeness as an invitation, because they leaned in for a kiss, which you swiftly dodged.
Before he knew it, Iron Bull was at your side. The Orlesian noble could only blink up drunkenly as the qunari wrapped an arm around their neck, much like someone would a friend. "Hey there buddy, I think you've had enough to drink. I think it's time for you to rest." There was a smile on his face but it was more of a way of showing his teeth.
"Sleepy time, buddy..." The noble fell limp in his arms.
If you blinked, you'd miss it but Iron Bull had somehow managed to pinch a nerve on the nobles neck and made him pass out (at least you hoped he'd passed out). He then dragged his body over to an empty couch and dropped him there.
"He's not dead, right?" You asked, walking to his side.
"No, just resting. " He laughs, though he considered it but there would be too many witnesses.
"Thank you." You smiled up at him, looping your arm with his and nuzzling your head into it.
"I should have his head on pike." He said, looking back in disgust at the body.
"It would be a waste. Your suit looks too good to get blood stains on it. Plus, we can always do that after you have a dance with me." You laugh, as you drag him to the balcony for a dance. You didn't like the crowded dance floor and after what just happened, you just wanted to be alone with him.
Ah. So this is love, he thought to himself as you swayed together on the balcony. He watched your head, pressed against his chest and tightened his arms around you.
The inquisitor and him had finally found some time alone together and he was ever so slightly tipsy (well, maybe a little more than slightly). They had decided to take a walk through the gardens seeing as you both weren't really into big crowds. But as you turn the corner, you run into another couple taking a stroll.
The couple, also slightly tipsy, pauses for a moment before the man pointing an accusatory finger at Blackwall. "W-what do you t-think your... doing le...leering at my wife, huh...?!"
The man swayed on his feet, his words interrupted by his drunken hiccuping.
"I...c-could... s-say the same t-th...ing about you...! Put 'em up...!" Blackwall said, putting his own fists up.
You and the wife take a step back as both Blackwall and the man take drunken swings at each other, missing by a lot. This continued for next few minutes, only entirely stopping when they both happen headbutt each other and fall to the floor, swinging at nothing.
You and the nobleman's wife both run to your respective partners. Blackwall is lying on his back, breathing hard with a quickly forming bruise on his head.
"Did... did I win?" He asks, his vision blurry.
"Yes... yes, you did." You laugh, kneeling down and placing his head on your thighs. "You were like a brave knight. My brave knight."
He smiles up at you as you place a kiss on his forehead and run your hand through his hair. "My hero."
He was used to being on the sidelines, listening and observing. It was second nature at this point. He listened to the nobles idle gossip and the servants hushed whispers, sorting through the information.
Though, that was actually a lie. The most important bit of information he'd gotten was that salmon cakes had been made with slightly rotten trout. He mostly spent his time watching you.
You were the Herald of Andraste and the single most beautiful creature in the room. It was impossible for people not to be drawn to you. You were fascinating to him, from the way your eyes sparkled like stars when the light hits them just right to the way your hips swayed when you walked.
It wasn't surprising that you would have suitors and was almost near impossibility for it not to happen.
But this did not mean that it didn't bother him. He tried not to let it get to him, tried to ignore the feeling that made his fingers twitch whenever he saw them around you. His magic thrummed in his blood and he gritted his teeth against it.
He navigated through the crowd like a fish through water. The crowd of suitors part for him, almost like magic.
You smile at him, your eyes sparkling in the most enchanting way.
He places a kiss on your hand in greeting. "A moment of your time, my lady Inquisitor?"
You're taken aback by not only his bold display of affection but his use of your title. Solas was never one for public displays of affection, especially at parties. You say your quick farewells and follow him out to the balcony. When you look back, the crowd was already talking about something else, like your untimely exit had never even happened.
"Is something the matter, Solas?"
"Vhenan." He gently cups your face.
You lean into it, reaching out and mirroring the action. You come closer, your bodies inches apart and wait. You can see the wheels in his mind turning as he searched for the right words to convey what he wanted.
"I missed you." He pulls you against his chest as he wraps his arms around you.
You nuzzle into his chest, letting his warmth sink into you. He was rarely this outwardly affectionate so you enjoyed it while you could.
You decided to take it a step further.
You pull him in for a kiss. It was his one weakness. Whenever you kissed, it was like you were finally able to peel back the curtain that hid his most inner thoughts, feeling and desires.
"If you're ever lonely, don't be afraid to reach out for me. I will always be with you." You say, nuzzling into his neck once more. As you fall into comfortable silence, you ask "You used magic on them, didn't you?"
There was a pause. "A simply preposterous notion. You're imaginening things." But you heard the smile in his voice.
"Oh, I must be seeing things." You laugh, squeezing him.
