LIs: Ana Surana (pre-DAO); Morrigan (DAO)
Class and specialization: Mage (Shapeshifter)
Links: tag; fanfictions
Parents are Revka Amell and Ser Maurevar Carver, because I say so.
Had a baby with Surana, Neriah, who was taken to a Chantry orphanage.
Main DAO choices include: Sparing Loghain, Alistair becoming a drunk, not doing Morrigan’s ritual because he can just throw Loghain at the Archdemon (which he did).
Helps Ana get their daughter out of the Kirkwall orphanage. Bails on them right afterwards.
Still undecided whether or not he follows Morrigan through the eluvian and actually ends up being a decent dad to Kieran.
Does not become Ferelden’s Warden-Commander.
Eventually runs into Alistair one day and the two of them make peace with each other.
When Hawke doesn’t turn up, Leliana contacts him to help against Corypheus.
Alistair is his contact in the Wardens.
Amell stays behind in the Fade after learning that Alistair’s wife is pregnant.
Alwyn Hawke
LIs: no one
Class and specialization: Mage (Force Mage)
Links: visual references
Had a sister, Violetta, who died in a boating accident when they were young.
Does not bring Anders to the Deep Roads. Carver dies.
Suffers from severe depression afterwards.
Goes from purple to full blue after Leandra’s death.
Helps Alistair get better.
Disappears after the Chantry explosion, is nowhere to be found.
Asaara Adaar
LIs: Cullen Rutherford (DA2 Act 3, DAI)
Class and specialization: Mage (Rift Mage)
Links: tag; fanfictions; visual references
Eldest daughter of two Tal-Vashoth, she has a younger sister; Issala.
The two sisters are very close and picked each other’s names (note: I headcanon that Tal-Vashoth usually let their children choose their own names).
Met Cullen while he was still a templar and they were both chasing the same apostate. They fell in love but went their separate ways once their mission was over.
Cullen is the one who suggested hiring the Valo-Kas as security for the Conclave.
The two of them are reunited after the explosion.
Other OCs
Ana Surana: Daylen’s childhood friend and Alistair’s wife.
Neriah Amell: Ana and Day’s daughter, later adopted by Alistair when he married her mother.
Issala Adaar: Asaara’s little sister; Varric’s bodyguard and lover.
Ooh how about the “I thought I lost you” kisses? For the pairing of your choice!
Oooh, thank you for asking 💕 I went with Asaara and Cullen for that one. I already did the same prompt for Tabris & Alistair earlier this week btw, which you can find here.
[Kiss Prompts]
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prompt: ‘I thought I lost you’ kissespairing: female adaar x cullen.rating: t.author’s note: this is a sequel to this fic. while this takes place at the start of the game, cullen and asaara already know each other (i don’t want you all to think he’s some kind of creep)
When he sees Asaara in the valley, awake and fighting the demons pouring out of the rift, it takes Cullen a lot of restraint not to run across the field and sweep her into his arms — or get swept into the seven-feet-tall woman’s arms, more likely. She smiles at him so sweetly and all he wants is to crush her beautiful lips with his. He wants to hold her, feel the warmth of her skin against him. He wants to make sure she’s real, alive. He’s been tempted by demons taking a lover’s shape before. Never again.
But he doesn’t do any of this. He just stands there in front of her, looking like a fool. He thanks her politely for her assistance as if they were two complete strangers, as if he wasn’t in love with her. He reminds himself that this subterfuge is needed to keep her safe. In Cassandra’s eyes, she is still “the prisoner,” and in Roderick’s own words, she is a “savage Qunari heretic.” She’s walking on thin ice, she wouldn’t survive accusations of seducing the Commander to gain her freedom.
Cullen does such a convincing job of it that her smile falters briefly before she picks up on his little charade. It only lasts for a moment, but that small twitch of her lips breaks his heart. He feels the need to kiss her again and he’s grateful for the Seeker’s intervention.
They’re heading back to the Temple to try to close the Breach, she explains. Maker, what if—? No, they will make it. Asaara has already proven herself to be a survivor.
Still, he wants to wrap his arms around her neck and pull her closer. He wants to taste the snow on her lips, feel her hands run through his curls or reach under his coat to hold him tighter. He wishes he could tell her how much he cares about her, how relieved he is that she survived the blast, how happy he is to see her again. He wants to whisper sweet, reassuring words into her ear. And perhaps let her reassure him that she will be fine, she will prevail over whatever this is.
“Maker watch over you,” he says instead. “For all our sakes.”
There will be time enough for all that later. When this mess is over and they can finally share a private moment together.
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summary: cassandra just wanted to find a quiet spot to indulge in some light reading. she hadn’t expected to find the place already occupied, however.
pairing: female adaar/cullen rutherford.
word count: 817.
rating: explicit.
warnings: smut, accidental voyeurism, regret.
She had just wanted some peace and quiet, and there weren’t many places in Haven where you could find it. But ever since Adaar’s release, they had been using the dungeons for storage and little else. So that was the place Cassandra had chosen to indulge in some light reading before dinner. She hadn’t expected to find the place already occupied, however.
The Herald was braced against the wall, eyes closed, breathing heavily. She had one hand over her breasts, her fingers tracing small circles around her hard nipples with slow, languid movements. The other was placed on the person kneeled in front of her, someone with their head buried between her legs. A long moan escaped her lips as her body arched towards them, her muscles growing taut before she started shaking with pleasure.
Cassandra suppressed a gasp and ran back up the stairs. One of Adaar’s toned legs had been propped up over the man’s shoulder, obscuring his face, but the fur coat had been unmistakably Cullen’s. It surprised her, at first. The Commander had never seemed the type to jump into bed — so to speak — with the first beautiful woman to smile at him. It had only been two weeks since the explosion… Had Adaar seduced him for some personal gain? That didn’t make any sense, she was already free to leave and she didn’t seem duplicitous as far as Cassandra had witnessed. It occurred to her then that the couple might have already known each other prior to the events at the Conclave. Cullen had been the one to suggest hiring the Valo-Kas mercenary company as security, after all.
She made a beeline towards the bedroom she shared with Leliana and Josephine. The two advisors were still occupied elsewhere. Good. Cassandra locked the door behind her with shaking hands and slumped onto her bed, her face redder than a ripe tomato. She couldn’t shake the image of Adaar’s strong body pressed against the wall, the sound of her moans echoing through the corridor. She imagined Cullen’s flushed face as he lapped at the Herald’s folds.
She felt horrible, filthy. It was wrong. These people were her friends, and those thoughts were indecent and inappropriate. She wished she could unsee the whole thing, pretend it never happened. How was she supposed to look them in the eyes during dinner?
She had read a book recently, about a young templar who fell in love with a Tal Vashoth mercenary while hunting down a maleficar. The two couples were eerily similar and with enough imagination, this one could easily replace Cassandra’s friends in her mind. Adaar became Ataash, the raven-haired beauty from Seheron, and Cullen, Cailean, the young knight from Starkhaven. They fit nicely into place.
Now she could imagine Ataash and Cailean reuniting after months of separation, meeting in secret and sharing passionate and forbidden embraces in hidden alcoves. Cailean would trail soft kisses down his lover’s neck while his hands roamed over her half-naked body. Qunari wore little clothing, Cassandra had noticed, and Ataash would certainly wear the same type of small breastbands she’d seen Adaar sport around Haven. It wouldn’t take much effort for Cailean to free those firm breasts and take them into his mouth.
As she pictured the templar’s wet lips dancing on the woman’s bronze skin, Cassandra’s hand slid down her body to tug at the laces of her breeches. She imagined Cailean doing the same to Ataash, slowly taking the garment off before diving between her legs. She would let out an almost uncontrollable moan at his touch, despite the fact that someone might hear them. But the thought of getting caught would only add to the excitement.
Cassandra’s hand slipped into her breeches and, this time, she was the one who had to contain her moans as she started drawing lazy circles around her clit. She soon dipped a finger inside of her. Then, when this wasn’t enough to satisfy her need, she added another. Would Cailean do the same to Ataash? Would he finger her while his tongue flicked around her nub? How long would it take for him to find the sweet spot that would send her over the edge?
Cassandra didn’t last much longer. She felt her orgasm build up deep inside of her. Her free hand clasped around the blanket tightly while the other rubbed her swollen clit harder. She caught a breath and her body tensed, toes curling with pleasure as the warm feeling filled her whole. She moaned loudly for a moment before gritting her teeth, praying the walls were thick enough that nobody had heard her.
She felt good for a few seconds, until she realized that Adaar and Cullen’s faces had taken Ataash and Cailean’s place halfway through her fantasy. Shame filled her once again and she slipped under her blanket, deciding it would be best to skip dinner altogether.
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author's note: it's finally here! i'm so sorry it took so long to finish writing this chapter.
fic summary: disgraced, shamed, branded a traitor and exiled from his homeland, alistair decides to drink his life away in kirkwall. there, he meets surana, a runaway mage and single mother who just wants to help him move forward.
pairing: female surana x alistair.
fic rating: m.
chapter summary: after recovering from his injuries, alistair starts doing some odd job to earn a few coins.
chapter warnings: mentions of past abuse, mentions of cruelty against animals.
After a month of barely being able to scrape by, Alistair had managed to save up a few coins. Not a lot, but enough to finally eat a decent meal and pay for a tankard of ale or two.
As it turned out, the Chantry board was plastered with work nobody wanted to do. Mercenaries were after adventures and excitement, not helping old ladies with their shopping. So a lot of these odd jobs often went unanswered for weeks, or even months, if someone picked them up at all. All Alistair had to do was drag his arse up the massive staircase from Lowtown to Hightown and he might finally earn some decent money for a change. This feat that had been a lot harder for him than you might think.
He had then spent the week that had followed his trek to the Chantry board searching for an old lady's lost cat. A pointless task, he'd been told. Kirkwall was a large city and desperate beggars were rumoured to capture stray animals for their meat. In the end, Alistair had not found the missing cat, but he had come across a litter of kittens abandoned near a sewer gate. So he had given one of them to the old lady. It would not replace her dear Whiskers, but she had nonetheless welcomed her new little companion with open arms before giving Alistair a generous reward for his help. He hadn't felt like he deserved that money — he had not completed the job after all — but he had been too hungry to refuse it.
That was how he had ended up with four kittens sleeping in a small wooden box beside him. The Hanged Man's owner had agreed to keep one of them as a mouser in exchange for a week of free lodging, but only if Alistair found a way to get rid of the other three. “This is a tavern, not an animal shelter,” he had said. Alistair didn't want to dump the poor little fellas back where he had found them, however. They deserved better than dying alone in the cold — or worse, becoming someone’s meal. So he had kept them and spent a third of the old woman's reward on goat milk.
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fic summary: disgraced, shamed, branded a traitor and exiled from his homeland, alistair decides to drink his life away in kirkwall. there, he meets surana, a runaway mage and single mother who just wants to help him move forward.
pairing: female surana x alistair.
fic rating: m.
chapter summary: ana and alistair are enjoying satinalia when they run into someone from her past.
chapter warnings: panic attack.
Satinalia had always been Ana’s favourite time of the year, even when she was still trapped inside that wretched Circle tower. There was something about the holiday that made her feel sunny inside. She had always loved spoiling her friends and had never needed an excuse to shower them with gifts, but the idea of having an entire day dedicated to it was particularly exciting.
In Kinloch Hold, the celebrations had been rather tame, however. It had mostly been prayers and a small banquet that they had to share with the Templars. The mages would be put under closer scrutiny than usual to prevent 'accidents' involving large quantities of alcohol, but none of their so-called security measures had ever stopped any of their charges from sneaking away for a different type of celebrations as the day went on. Come to think of it, Ana was pretty sure Neriah had been conceived on one of those cold Satinalia nights.
In Kirkwall, on the other hand, the festivities were an extravagant affair. There was the Chantry parade in Hightown, followed by an excessively long mass in the morning. But every Kirkwaller knew that if you wanted to have fun on Satinalia, the Lowtown Fair was where you needed to be. Merchants from all over Thedas had set up shops in the streets. Musicians and dancers offered entertainment. There were drinks and games and drinking games. People laughed and embraced each other. With homemade masks shaped like animals covering their faces, the revellers turned the neighbourhood into a cheap Orlesian party.
The Chantry had tried to have it banned a few years ago to force the Lowtowners into attending the religious ceremony. Nobles had protested: half of them enjoyed the Lowtown Fair and its raw chaos; while the rest didn't want the poor and the destitute coming to Hightown to spoil their merry day.
The Lowtown Fair also meant more work for everyone at the Hanged Man. Ana welcomed the extra pay even though it meant she wouldn’t be able to celebrate much with her daughter this year.
36. “You’ve shown me what love can feel like.” for my favorite couple Cullen/Adaar) It's time to get to know her better^^
[Angst/Fluff Prompts]
Read on AO3prompt: “you’ve shown me what love can feel like”pairing: female adaar x cullen rutherford.rating: t.warnings: a little angsty.
They put her in the dungeon. They put her in a damp, dark cell. Asaara was still unconscious, but Cassandra thought it best to chain her to a wall. ‘For everyone’s safety,’ the Seeker had said. It made Cullen uncomfortable. No, not uncomfortable, angry. He knew this woman. He loved this woman. She was the kindest person he had ever met. She had shown him love and compassion at a time when he had deserved none. There was no way she could be responsible for this massacre. But she was the only survivor, and that made her their only suspect.
He’d seen her that day, shortly before the explosion. She had stood across the Temple’s hallway, giving orders to her men, a bunch of broad-shouldered Qunari who looked so out of place amongst the Grand Clerics that Cullen might have laughed had he not been so enthralled by Asaara’s presence. He had never wanted anything more at that moment than to run towards her, wrap his arms around her, tell her how much he’d missed her. Kiss her. It had been four years since they had last seen each other. Four years since they had parted ways in the Free Marches, with the sun setting behind them as they each resumed their normal lives. Four years when every day, every minute, every second, had felt like an eternity to him.
Maker, she had been every bit as beautiful as he had remembered.
She had caught him staring from across the room. Her smile had widened, stretching her dark and sensual lips into a bright, inviting grin. Her long legs had taken her to him in a few quick strides. Cullen had swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry.
“Somehow, I knew I’d see you here,” she had said, her smile only growing wider. “Knight-Captain.”
“Actually, it’s Commander now,” he had replied weakly.
“Ah, of course. After everything that happened, it makes sense. Please, forgive me, Knight-Commander.”
“It’s only Commander,” he had rectified.
She hadn’t pressed for more explanation and, frankly, he was still not sure why it had mattered so much to him that she used the right title. He wanted her to call him by his name, like she had four years ago in that cave…
“I— Er— Will you be attending the Conclave?” she had asked nervously.
“No, I— I’ll be at the Chantry overseeing the army.”
“Then I guess we’ll see each other later when this is over… If you want to, that is… I just— I just thought we could, I don’t know, catch up with each other or something.”
She had looked as flustered as he had felt.
Kiss her, you idiot, a little voice in his head had begged him, but instead, he had replied, “I’ll be looking forward to it.”
“It’s a date, then.” Heat had spread across her face once she had realized the implications of what she had just said. “I mean not a— Unless you— Would you like—?”
He had blurted out his answer before he could overthink it. “Of course!”
“Good,” she had sighed in relief.
Two hours later, the Temple of Sacred Ashes had blown up.
The thought of losing her again… After they had just been reunited…
Cullen stood in front of the cell, watching as the apostate, Solas, worked his magic to keep Asaara alive just as the mark on her left hand was already growing on the surface of her palm. Seeing her like this, so still, so helpless, so vulnerable, made his heart drop. He wished he could do something, anything — walk in and hold her free hand, brush the stray hair from her face, kiss her forehead, bring her some kind of comfort… But it would draw too much suspicion. On him, yes, but on her most of all. Cassandra might think she had seduced him to gain access to the Conclave, which was ridiculous considering the two of them had met before the war had even begun.
Maker, please, I implore You, keep her safe, because I sure can’t.
It was his fault for bringing her here in the first place. He was the one who had convinced Cassandra to hire the Valo-Kas as extra security for the Conclave. She wouldn’t be here, on the brink of death, if it hadn’t been for him.
He should have told her then. Back at the Temple, or even four years ago, in that blasted cave… He should have told her how he truly felt about her. Now it might be too late.
I love you, he should have said. I’ve never felt like this before. I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you. I never thought it could be possible to love someone this much. I was wrong. You’ve shown me it was possible. You’ve shown me what love can feel like. And now I can’t bear the thought of losing you.
46. “I made breakfast, but I didn’t know what you liked so I made enough to probably feed a small tribe.” for Cullen/Adaar^^
This was such a cute prompt! It fits them so well! Thank you so much for asking it!
[100 Dialogue Prompts]
Read on AO3prompt: “i made breakfast, but i didn’t know what you liked so i made enough to probably feed a small tribe.”pairing: female adaar x cullen rutherford.rating: g.
Asaara woke up to the smells of smoked ham and toasts, with a whiff of maple syrup lingering in the air. It was their first morning together after moving into their new home and Cullen — sweet Cullen — had risen up early to prepare their breakfast. What she hadn’t expected, however, was the sheer amount of food piled up on the kitchen table when she walked into the room.
“Vashedan!” she gasped, her eyes growing wide.
Cullen turned around to face her, pan still in hand. “Hey, er, good morning, my love.”
“What’s all that?”
The table was full of everything one could imagine eating for breakfast. Ham, bacon, different kinds of sausages, various potatoes, cooked fried or mashed or anything in between, hard-boiled eggs, scrambled eggs, poached eggs, fried eggs and even an omelette, a basket full of fresh fruits and another with Orlesian pastries, and the list could go on.
Even the Inquisition’s banquets had never been as copious.
She dared to give the content of his pan a quick glance. “Are you making pancakes?”
“Crepes, actually, but I can make pancakes if you prefer—”
“No!” she cut him off. “It’s fine.”
He sighed, putting his pan away. “I wanted to make you breakfast,” he explained, “but I didn’t know what you liked.”
“Oh, Cullen.”
“I made enough to probably feed a small tribe, didn’t I?”
She chuckled. “Yes, you did.” She wrapped her right arm around him and pulled him into a tender embrace. “I’m a big girl, but even I can’t eat all of that on my own, you know.”
Cullen buried his face against her chest, hiding in shame. “I wasn’t sure what you preferred to eat.”
“Then why didn’t you ask me?”
He snorted. “I wanted to surprise you.”
“Well, I guess it worked. I couldn’t be more surprised.”
“It’s embarrassing. We’ve been together for years — we’re married, for Andraste’s sake — and I just now realized that I never paid much attention to your eating habits.” He tilted his flushed face up and peered into her eyes. “Could you forgive me?”
“Of course.” Asaara smiled down at him with genuine warmth and kindness. “If it can make you feel better, I don’t have any preference. In the future, I’ll have whatever you’re having.”
Cullen smiled back before rising to the tip of his toes to plant a tender kiss on her lips.
“Now, what should we do with all this extra food?” she mused as she slowly pulled away from him, tapping her index fingers against her lips in a thoughtful manner. “Maybe we could invite your siblings. Mia is a big eater, she might actually take care of half of our little problem all by herself. What do you think?”
He pouted at the thought of letting his older sister witness his latest fiasco, but he didn’t have any better ideas to offer. “I think it’s better than letting all this food go to waste.”
“Great! I’ll go get dressed,” she squealed as she disappeared back into the bedroom.
Cullen watched her go with a grin on his face. Maker help him, but he was a lucky man to have such an amazing woman willing to spend the rest of her life with a man like him.
