#mage!trevelyan

[ragingtempests]

i'm going back in before veilguard comes out. time to spam my cute little inquisitor. i love her.

[scurvgirl]

Lift Up

The Iron Bull x F!Trevelyan (Mage)

Rating: T, language and suggestive content

Bull helps with Esme’s fear of heights. Fluffy. Not edited because I’m tired.

And it’s on AO3 :) same name, under scurvaliciousbay

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Bull first noticed the issue the first couple of times he was in the Inquisitor’s quarters. The first clue were the large dark blue curtains she had apparently insisted were installed over the tall windows overlooking the mountains. The next clue was her avid avoidance of the windows whenever the curtains were open. She shied away from ledges, was never first to go up a ladder, and never volunteered to go up...anywhere. When he started consistently spending the night with her, he noticed a trend where at least once a week, her body would thrash in the bed briefly, her arms and legs splaying out as if to catch herself while falling. During one particular nightmare, the Mark flared, her magic lashed out and thrust them and the bed downward - breaking the bed. They needed a bigger bed anyways, but the writing was on the wall.

Inquisitor Esme Trevelyan, his Kadan, was terrified of heights.

Living under the Qun meant prioritizing the Qun over personal fears. He may fear the madness of battle, but he never shied from it because it was his duty. It didn’t hold him back, he did not allow it. It was a conscious decision that he maintained even after leaving the Qun. 

Esme didn’t have the Qun, which all things considered, was for the best. Her magic and the way she felt most comfortable utilizing it would have been...incongruent with the Qun. But Esme’s fears of heights were never challenged. She allowed them to be an influential part of her life, going so far as to actively avoid heights. Falling into the rift at Adamant and then the final battle with Corypheus had only heightened her response.

Now, in the Frostback Basin she stood at the base of a staircase to one of the treehouse camps. Her eyes were closed with that little wrinkle between her eyebrows, lips tilted down in a scowl. 

“Kadan?” The Iron Bull leaned down so that his lips were close to her ear, keeping his voice low so only she would hear him. His hand rested on the small of her back

“I killed Corypheus. I walked the Fade. I fight and kill demons daily.”

“You do. You are the bravest person I know.”

“But a damn treehouse is what makes my heart feel like it’s going to beat its way out of my chest.” She leaned slightly against him and he moved his hand from her back to hip. Even after all the time they had spent together - in battle, in bed, side-by-side - he still reveled in how well they fit together. 

“Hmm.”

“Before you suggest it, I do not want to beat with a stick.”

He chuckled, “No, Kadan, that isn’t your style. What I was going to say is that you must be tired from all the hiking through this difficult terrain.”

“...Yes...”

“And I haven’t held you all day.”

“You’re not suggesting-

“Kadan, let me carry you up. We can take the lift, it’ll be romantic.” He squeezed her hip and he was rewarded with a small smile.

“My pride wants to say no, but...yes.” She turned into his embrace more and opened her hazel eyes, “carry me up to our tent, Kadan.”

Bull pressed a smiling kiss to her temple before shifting down to sweep her up into his arms in one smooth motion. She was tall for a human woman, but still small by qunari standards. Esme let go of her staff as she was swung into his arms and she made a gesture so that the thing floated and followed them as Bull walked to the lift. She pulled herself closer to him as he stepped onto the platform and he could feel the slight tremble in her body. He tightened his hold, angling her so that she could only comfortably look up at him.

He widened his stance and tried to take all the wobbliness out of the lift as it started to crank, slowly lifting them into the trees. Esme tensed and closed her eyes once more. She tucked her face in closer to his arm, uncharacteristically displaying how frightened she was. The great Inquisitor, she who defeated Corypheus, walked through the Fade, took on the entirety of the Orlesian government at a deadly masquerade ball...and here she was in Bull’s arms, tense and scared of heights. 

Damn, he loved her. 

He began talking about some stupid assignment he’d been on with the Chargers way back. He rambled on about how they had to track what they were told was some terrible monster, but turned out to be some weird noble who was kidnapping and drugging people to listen to his weird drugged up speeches about magic crap. It was ridiculous and he embellished, but she smiled into his shoulder. And when she shook, he knew it was from laughter rather than the nerves from height. By the time they reached the top of the treehouse camp, she felt more like herself in his arms. She held onto him, sure, but she also was grazing her lips and teeth up the side of neck. 

Well, if that was how she wanted to be distracted, who was he to deny her? Bull shifted his grip so that he could give her rump a good squeeze. He was rewarded with a gasp and a little shock of her magic that sent a thrill through him. What once would have set his teeth and nerves on edge now aroused him. How times changed. How he’d changed. 

The lift lurched to a stop and he quickly disembarked, making his way to the large tent he knew belonged to them. After deciding their affair was a commitment, Esme had decisively ordered a tent large enough to fit both of them. It stood out, which was both a blessing and a curse. Right now, it was a blessing as it allowed him to immediately locate the tent and direct his path to it. 

Esme sucked Bull’s earlobe into her mouth and he stifled a groan. Neither of them were exhibitionists, per se, but more...indifferent about public displays of affection and being watched. It wasn’t an uncommon sight for the Inquisitor to walk into Herald’s Rest and land directly in Bull’s lap, her mouth against his and his arms around her. Josephine had talked to them about “public decency” but it...didn’t take as well as the diplomat had hoped. 

But there were only soldiers and their companions now, and they all knew to steer clear of the two at this time. 

Finally, Bull reached the tent. He ducked inside and deposited a smirking Esme onto the bedroll.

“Now, where were we?” He said before descending upon her and distracting her completely from the fact they were high up in the trees.

[beesloosewithcanon]

Love Lost in Translation chapter five is updating tonight!!!!

Chapter five: Simmering Tempers.

❤️

[mnemehoshiko]

*pours one out for what solas/mage!trevelyan could have been*

[january-warlock]

The Various Ways Bioware dropped the ball with Mage!Trevelyan origin:

1. You can’t talk about the templar abuses. Almost period. You can say vague shit like “I know something of the conflict” [word for word what Mage!Trevelyan says, I kid you the fuck not], or “mages were being oppressed” but you can’t say anything about the Harrowing (they actually joke about it as if there’s anything funny about it), or how the Chantry led a massive kidnapping and incarceration campaign or tell anyone about how before the rebellion the Chantry could take somebody’s six year old and there was fuck-all you could do about it.

2. You can’t start shit with Cassandra or Cullen or anyone. You can’t say to Cassandra that you don’t trust her and you never will because for all she talks about the mages causing the war, it’s her and her order’s damn fault. You can’t say in her personal quest that there’s zero reason you should help her because the Seekers literally let innocent mages die! Cullen? You should’ve been able to literally threaten him, ‘you so much as lay a finger or look at a mage the wrong way, and I will kill you on the spot.’ You! Of all origins! Should’ve been able to hold him accountable for Kirkwall!!! Especially when he talks about the damage the “mage uprising” caused as if the templars had fucking nothing to do with it.

3. You can’t defend the rebel mages! Cullen calls going after them nonsense, and you can’t threaten that you won’t close the Breach without rescuing them! You can’t point out that if he and Cassandra had just done their jobs, maybe the rebellion wouldn’t have happened! You can’t snap at Cassandra that you will be looking after the mages and that if a templar comes anywhere near one, you will be the one to handle it, and you don’t want that.

4. You can’t discuss the rebellion with Hawke; you can’t thank them or Anders for defending your fellow mages or starting the rebellion, or start shit with a Hawke that sided with the templars. You can’t talk to Fiona about it! You can’t say “we didn’t have a choice but to rebel.” You can’t support her in any way like you can with Barris!

5. You can’t talk about being in the war! You can’t say that you had to teach yourself a bunch of things because the Circle didn’t want you to be independent! You had to learn how to barter, cook, sew, and work! You can’t talk about all the good things that happened for mages! Some got married and cried because they were finally free and could have their own lives. Some had children and cried because they knew that they could keep them. Now you could sleep in peace without the fear of being beaten on! 

I’m sure there are more; feel fucking free to add.

[circles-finest]

Freya Trevelyan

Pre-Conclave(Circle), Haven, Conclave

Skyhold Casual, Formal, Halamshiral

Field, Trespasser, Post-Trespasser

I was tagged by @mohawkes (A while ago now that I think about it but I found the time to do this! Also Hestia is very lovely and thank you for tagging me!)

OC Wardrobe Meme

Rules: Always remember to post the rules. 1. Pick an OC and pick nine outfits from the list below, or add your own:

General: Lingerie, Underclothes, Nightclothes, Field, Riding, Travel, Combat, [Class] Outfit, Daily, Wedding

DA Various Location-Specific: Ostagar, Lothering, Redcliffe, Brecilian Forest, Orzammar, [Season] Kirkwall, Sundermount, Deep Roads, Hanged Man, [Season] Haven, Hinterlands, Val Royeaux, Skyhold Formal, Skyhold Casual, Skyhold Judgement, Winter Palace, Adamant, Well of Sorrows

DA Moments in Story: Pre-Joining, Post-Joining, The Landsmeet, Act 1, Act 2, Act 3, Post-Kirkwall Chantry, Pre-Conclave, Post-Well of Sorrows, Trespasser, Post-Trespasser

2. Build outfits in Azalea’s Dress Dolls (Viking Woman) and when you finish each look, save it and add to a 9-grid image post. (make sure you include which outfit is which in the text below)

3. Tag nine people to do the same!

I tag @ferelder @thetreeofyggdrasil @quizzikemen @zaevran @solsticetrevelyan @ekoorb03 @elvhen-apostate-hobo @tssoni and anyone else that wants to try this! (sorry if you’ve already been tagged)

[tye222]

Another recovered sketch, (not really completed) Dorian and Trevelyan making kisses a while after the Inquisition has disbanded. I like what happened with the shadows in this one...

(I realised while uploading the last few recovered stuff that they are on my old DeviantArt page but that has been very inactive lately and I might as well post some more stuff on here.)

[devisza]

Ultimate dragon age meme ☛ DA: INQUISITION

One Quizzy origin: mage!Trevelyan