little highway girl

Title: A Tiny, Perfect Thing
Fandom: Dragon Age (Origins/II/Inquisition mix'n'match)
Relationship(s)/Character(s): Alistair/Merrill, Lace Harding, Dagna, Original Characters
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 6552
Content Notes: violence, injuries, kidnapping
Summary: Merrill joins the Inquisition after the events at Adamant Fortress and immediately gets sent to the furthest reaches of Thedas to do some research with the most ragtag group of souls Inquisitor Adaar could find. That's what Varric says, anyway. Merrill quite likes a few of them...

Author's Notes: Written for Black Emporium Exchange 2017. Originally posted at AO3.

( The Arbor Wilds is about the last place Merrill thought she'd find herself after agreeing to help the Inquisition, but despite the humidity and the eerie quiet that descends so frequently, she's kind of enjoying herself. )

Title: You Were There, When I Grew Restless
Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition
Relationship(s)/Character(s): Blackwall/f!Lavellan
Rating: G
Word Count: 708
Content Notes: none
Summary: Lavellan doesn't sleep much when they're not on the road.
Author's Notes: For Trick or Treat 2017.

( Lavellan sleeps well when they're on the road )

Title: Let's All Fall In
Fandom: Dragon Age Inquisition
Relationship(s)/Character(s): Dalish/Skinner, Krem, Rocky
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 1300
Content Notes: hunting/canon typical violence against creatures
Summary: Even notorious hard-ass Lieutenant Krem Aclassi lets his troops stop for a midday swim once in a while. And it helps if they have Dalish's finely honed eyelash fluttering skills. Everyone seems to have lofty ideas about fashion and clothes. Rocky is magnificently annoyed. Skinner is introspective.
Author's Notes: Written for The Black Emporium 2016.

A treat for serenityfails because I like your username. Serenity frequently fails me, so I feel you.

A hundred lovely thank yous to buhne for beta-ing.

A single, soggy thank you to my partner for falling into the swamp and coming up with plants stuck on his head. Just classic.

1000 headcanons fell out of me the moment I started writing, it was magical. Ask me about the 10,000 words I want to write about their 'real' names. I dare you.

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"Remind me again," Dalish says, smashing one of the stinking creatures in the face with the butt end of her non-specific-but-definitely-not-magical-weapon. "Why the Chief thought this would be the easy end of the assignment?"

"At least it's only dogs," Skinner says, stabbing the last living one as carefully as she can.

"Wargs," Krem says with a sigh, ( as though it's the fifteenth time that day he's had to say it (it is). )

Title: they've all gone and we'll go too
Fandom: Dragon Age
Relationship(s)/Character(s): Merrill/Solas
Rating: PG13
Word Count: ~7.5k
Content Notes: canon-typical violence

Summary: "For Fen'Harel. You always leave an offering for him."

"Ah," Solas says, and nothing more.

"The rest of the rabbit, or the pheasant, which would he like more?"

Solas considers it closely. "Leave the rabbit," he tells her.

Author's Notes: Written for Settai, for Black Emporium (Dragon Age rarepairs exchange) 2016. Set between 2 and Inquisition, I think. Thanks to buhne for some mad beta skills. <3

Title is Tragically Hip lyrics because I have an overflow of emotions about them, just like sometimes I have an overflow of emotions about Merrill (too good, too pure, too blood mage-y for this world, dammit). Just be all around good people, it's what Merrill and Gord Downie want you to do. It's probably not what Solas wants though.

Thank you so much to Settiai for a killer selection of prompts. I would have written all of them if I had the time and the creative power. I hope this was up your alley at least a little.

All the elven language things were lifted wholesale from the wiki page on the language. I steal, and you can (should?) too!

Final thought: be nice to bears folks, they'll fuck you up.

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"You know, there's a path up the other side, if you're having trouble."

Solas tightens his grip on the tree root he's holding for balance before he turns his head to see who's casting a shadow over him. ( 'No trouble,' he grinds out, hating how out of breath he sounds. )

Title: Where I Belong Tonight
Fandom: Dragon Age Inquisition
Character(s): Cullen Rutherford, Female Cadash
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~900
Content Notes: none
Summary: Cullen can't sleep and he hears something in the night.
Author's Notes: Written as a treat for lumateranlibrarian for Black Emporium Exchange 2016. Thanks to buhnebeest for beta-ing.


Cullen watched the Inquisitor leave the war room, headed for her chambers. She seemed… different lately. ( Maudlin. Distant. )