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Female Trevelyan (human) Inquisition/Varric. Inquisitor gets injured and Varric patches her up at camp and they both realize the extent of their feelings. Preferably include some smut :3

super-hantendo:

This prompt pretty much came out of nowhere but hey, I’ll take it. :p

Thanks for sending it in!

Also, things get a little hot and heavy near the end (just in case anyone isn’t interested in reading that sort of a thing) but it’s nothing too extreme. Hope you enjoy!

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She winces as a damp cloth is pressed to her forehead. Whilst the action itself is gentle in an attempt to prevent further pain, she pulls away almost imperceptibly. When the cloth is removed, she notices that the once-white fabric is now covered in splotches of crimson.

Blood. Hers.

Lady Trevelyan was not a brash and impulsive woman. At least, not in battle. She was a master strategist, possessing a keen eye that always observed her surroundings - whether that be a field filled with bandits or a ballroom full of Orlesian nobles – and it was almost impossible to catch her off-guard.

However, today it seemed that her luck had almost run out.

The mercenary group had been unexpected, to say the least. Trevelyan had been travelling alongside with Varric, Cassandra and the Iron Bull. As the four of them crossed a rickety bridge, they found themselves cornered by an assemblage of vicious mercenaries. Iron Bull had been the first to react – not bothering to wait for Trevelyan’s orders – and swung a wide arc with his sword. Hot blood filled the air and almost immediately, Trevelyan gripped her staff and cast a wall of ice, blocking mercenaries from reaching her whilst momentarily disorienting them.

The fight was longer than a usual ambush due to the number of mercenaries but eventually, it came to an end. Both Iron Bull and Cassandra wiped the blood off their swords – Cassandra’s features full of disdain and Iron Bull’s full of exhilaration – whilst Varric cast a nervous eye around the area, not fully relaxing.

Just as Trevelyan had been about to give the order to keep moving, an arrow struck her in the right shoulder. Simultaneously, a shadow dropped from a nearby tree and grabbed her by the neck, dagger shining in the sunlight.

Pain coursed through the Inquisitor’s body but before she could react, an arrow hit the man behind her, right between the eyes. She ducked, understanding the plan and surely enough, a second arrow fired, finding itself wedged in the masked archer’s chest.

And now, here she was. Getting patched up by a dwarf.

Not a bad way to end the day.

Trevelyan smiled wryly as she glanced at the dwarf situated in front of her. Varric’s eyebrows were furrowed together – no doubt concentrating on his work – and the corners of his lips were slightly pulled down. Loose pieces of golden hair hung by his face and she had a peculiar urge to tuck them affectionately behind his ear.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were staring Inquisitor.”

Trevelyan blinked rapidly, a common habit of hers when she was flustered or rattled. But as she noticed that Varric’s lips were turned upward, she couldn’t help but feel smug that she was the reason behind his sudden change in mood.

“Does my staring make you feel uncomfortable, Varric?”

Her words were teasing but a genuine curiosity was also palpable.  As of late, Varric had been somewhat….distant towards her. It wasn’t anything sudden, more of a gradual change in his behaviour. Part of Trevelyan was terrified that she’d done something wrong but no matter how hard she racked her brain, she couldn’t pinpoint any offensive words she’d spoken or if she’d ever been out of line.

However, Varric hadn’t always been so reserved. Trevelyan couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment it started and really couldn’t even say what it was. Whatever it was called, she and Varric messed with each other sometimes and it was all in good fun, but underneath it was something else, a kind of tension she couldn’t put a name to. She was sure there was something there because when Varric stood too close to her and let his hands linger on Trevelyan longer than the situation called for, she got hot and nervous, but she didn’t want Varric to stop, would sometimes even step closer to him and lean into the touch.

And now all of a sudden, that affection had stopped and Varric had distanced himself from the Inquisitor.

Frankly, she needed to know why.

Varric smirked but Trevelyan noticed sadness – or was it longing? – in his eyes. “I wouldn’t say that, Madam.”

The use of such a proper name was meant to add levity to the conversation – that was Varric’s way – but all it did was create a sense of urgency deep within Lady Trevelyan.

“You’re not worried about me, are you? My shoulder’s healing already. It’s certainly nothing to be concerned about.”

She placed her hand on top of his in a sign of reassurance but almost immediately, Varric pulled away and stood up from the log they both sat on. Trevelyan frowned in confusion – and even worse, humiliation.

“I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” Trevelyan’s words were quiet and uncharacteristically meek, blatantly displaying her embarrassment.

Varric rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly and sighed deeply. After a few seconds, he sat back down and grabbed her hand, intertwining her own fingers with his. The small sign of affection was enough to bring heat to the Inquisitor’s face.

When he spoke next, his words were deep and barely below a whisper, causing Trevelyan’s heart to race. “Don’t get hurt again.”

Varric leaned in impossibly close – so close their foreheads were nearly touching – and with obvious effort, he leaned backwards and got up from the log once again.

Trevelyan’s breathing was quickening and her cheeks were crimson from the obvious blush his words had brought. She wasn’t going to let him get away this time. Impulsively, she stood up and gripped his shoulder, forcing him to turn around.

Varric looked up at the woman in front of him, his eyes wide in confusion – and equal part yearning.

“Why?” she demanded. “Why shouldn’t I get hurt again? What does it matter to you?”

Perhaps it was an unfair question but Trevelyan felt as if she deserved to know. Her feelings for Varric were more than friendship and whilst she didn’t know exactly what it was, Varric’s odd behaviour certainly wasn’t helping any.

“Inquisitor, please…” his words were quiet but there was an underlying ferocity there that she hadn’t noticed before.

Instinctively, she stepped closer to him – forcing him into the back of a tree - and leaned down, right in his face. Trevelyan was unsure where this sudden bravery had come from but now that it was there, she wasn’t about to let it go.

Leaning closer, she gripped the back of Varric’s neck – almost to steady herself - and placed her lips at his ear, voice just a whisper.

“Does this make you nervous, Varric?”

Trevelyan nibbled the very tip of his earlobe and Varric groaned in suppressed desire. He weakly tried to push her away but that only succeeded in irritating her further.

Nails digging into the tree, she lowered her lips to his neck and began to suck, moaning softly.

And that was the end of Varric’s resolve.

“Damn you, woman.”

Throwing niceties out the window, he smashed his lips against Trevelyan’s, tongue desperately seeking passage to her mouth. She eagerly gave it and wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing herself deeper into the kiss. Hungrily, Varric slid a hand under Trevelyan’s shirt, finding its way to her breast and enclosing his hand around it. He squeezed roughly, groaning against her mouth when Trevelyan moaned softly in pleasure. The squeezing and clutching continued, Trevelyan growing more and more aroused by the second. Varric smiled against her lips and placed his other hand on the inside of her upper thigh. Almost immediately, Trevelyan stiffened. Smiling in satisfaction, Varric moved his lips to her neck, sucking and biting softly against it, marking his territory. Simultaneously, he rubbed his hand against the inside of her thigh, slowly and teasingly moving upwards. Trevelyan groaned and leaned further into him, legs suddenly feeling very weak. Eyes closed in pleasure, she gripped the back of Varric’s hair and tugged it encouragingly. Continuing his delightful torture, he alternated between sucking and kissing Trevelyan’s neck, moving to nip her ear every few minutes. Remembering that his other hand still clasped her breast, he enclosed two fingers around the nipple and squeezed gently, licking the nape of her neck as he did so. Trevelyan whimpered and just as she was about to lose all control, Varric completely stopped and moved away.

“Does that answer your question, Madam Inquisitor?”

Trevelyan smirked mischievously and once again closed the distance between the two.

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Anonymous asked:

Female Trevelyan gets injured in battle and Varric helps patch her up at camp and they both realize the extent of their feelings.

super-hantendo:

This prompt pretty much came out of nowhere but hey, I’ll take it. :3

Thanks for sending it in!

Also, things get a little hot and heavy near the end (just in case anyone isn’t interested in reading that sort of a thing) but it’s nothing too extreme. Hope you enjoy!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

She winces as a damp cloth is pressed to her forehead. Whilst the action itself is gentle in an attempt to prevent further pain, she pulls away almost imperceptibly. When the cloth is removed, she notices that the once-white fabric is now covered in splotches of crimson.

Blood. Hers.

Lady Trevelyan was not a brash and impulsive woman. At least, not in battle. She was a master strategist, possessing a keen eye that always observed her surroundings - whether that be a field filled with bandits or a ballroom full of Orlesian nobles – and it was almost impossible to catch her off guard.

However, today it seemed that her luck had almost run out.

The mercenary group had been unexpected, to say the least. Trevelyan had been travelling alongside with Varric, Cassandra and the Iron Bull. As the four of them crossed a rickety bridge, they found themselves cornered by an assemblage of vicious mercenaries. Iron Bull had been the first to react – not bothering to wait for Trevelyan’s orders – and swung a wide arc with his sword. Hot blood filled the air and almost immediately, Trevelyan gripped her staff and cast a wall of ice, blocking mercenaries from reaching her whilst momentarily disorienting them.

The fight was longer than a usual ambush due to the number of mercenaries but eventually, it came to an end. Both Iron Bull and Cassandra wiped the blood of their swords – Cassandra features full of disdain and Iron Bull’s full of exhilaration - and Varric cast a nervous eye around the area, not fully relaxing.

Just as Trevelyan had been about to give the order to keep moving, an arrow struck her in the right shoulder. Simultaneously, a shadow dropped from a nearby tree and grabbed her by the neck, dagger shining in the sunlight.

Pain coursed through the Inquisitor’s body but before she could react, an arrow hit the man behind her, right between the eyes. She ducked, understanding the plan and surely enough, a second arrow fired, finding itself wedged in the masked archer’s chest.

And now, here she was. Getting patched up by a dwarf.

Not a bad way to end the day.

Trevelyan smiled wryly as she glanced at the dwarf situated in front of her. His eyebrows were furrowed together – no doubt concentrating on his work – and the corners of his lips were slightly pulled down. Loose pieces of golden hair hung by his face and she had a peculiar urge to tuck them gently behind his ear.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were staring Inquisitor.”

Trevelyan blinked rapidly, a common habit of hers when she was nervous or rattled. But as she noticed that Varric’s lips were turned upward, she couldn’t help but feel smug that she was the reason behind his sudden change in mood.

“Does my staring make you feel uncomfortable, Varric?”

Her words were teasing but a genuine curiosity was also palpable.  As of late, Varric had been somewhat distant towards her. It wasn’t anything sudden, more of a gradual change in his behaviour. Part of her was terrified that she’d done something wrong but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t pinpoint any offensive words she’d spoken or if she’d even been out of line.

However, Varric hadn’t always been distant. Trevelyan couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment it started and really couldn’t even say what it was. Whatever it was called, she and Varric messed with each other sometimes and it was all in good fun, but underneath it was something else, a kind of tension she couldn’t put a name to. She was sure there was because when Varric stood too close to her and let his hands linger on Trevelyan longer than the situation called for, Lady Trevelyan got hot and nervous, but she didn’t want Varric to stop, would sometimes even step closer to him and lean into the touch.

And now all of a sudden, that affection had stopped and Varric had distanced himself from the female. Frankly, she needed to know why.

Varric smirked but Trevelyan noticed sadness – or was it longing? – in his eyes. “I wouldn’t say that, Madam.”

The use of such a proper name was meant to add levity to the conversation – that was Varric’s way – but all it did was create a sense of urgency deep within Lady Trevelyan.

“You’re not worried about me, are you? My shoulder’s healing already. It’s definitely nothing to worry about.”

She placed her hand on top of his in a sign of reassurance but almost immediately, Varric pulled away and stood up. Trevelyan frowned in confusion – and embarrassment.

“I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that.” Trevelyan’s words were quiet and uncharacteristically meek.

Varric rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly and sighed deeply. After a few seconds, he sat back down and grabbed her hand, intertwining her own fingers with his. The small sign of affection was enough to bring heat to Trevelyan’s face.

When he spoke next, his words were deep and barely below a whisper. “Don’t get hurt again.”

Varric leaned in impossibly close – so close their foreheads were nearly touching – and with obvious effort, he leaned backwards and got up from the log.

Trevelyan’s breathing was quickening and her cheeks were crimson from the obvious blush his words had brought. Impulsively, she stood up and gripped his shoulder, forcing him to turn around.

Varric looked up at the woman in front of him, his eyes wide in confusion – and equal part yearning.

“Why?” she demanded. “Why shouldn’t I get hurt again? What does it matter to you?”

Perhaps it was an unfair question but Trevelyan felt as if she deserved to know. Her feelings for Varric were more than friendship and whilst she didn’t know exactly what it was, Varric’s odd behaviour certainly wasn’t helping any.

“Inquisitor, please…” his words were quiet but there was an underlying ferocity there that she hadn’t noticed before.

Instinctively, she stepped closer to him – forcing him into the back of a tree - and leaned down, right in his face. Trevelyan was unsure where this sudden bravery had come from but now that it was there, she wasn’t about to let it go.

Leaning closer, she gripped the back of Varric’s neck – almost to steady herself - and placed her lips at his ear.

“Does this make you nervous, Varric?”

Trevelyan nibbled the very tip of his earlobe and Varric groaned in suppressed desire. He weakly tried to push her away but that only succeeded in irritating her further.

She lowered her lips to his neck and began to suck, moaning softly.

And that was the end of Varric’s resolve.

“Damn you, woman.”

Throwing niceties out the window, he smashed his lips against Trevelyan’s, tongue desperately seeking passage to her mouth. She eagerly gave it and wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing herself deeper into the kiss. Hungrily, Varric slid a hand under Trevelyan’s shirt, finding its way to her breast and enclosing his hand around it. He squeezed roughly, groaning against her mouth when Trevelyan moaned softly in pleasure. The squeezing and clutching continued, Trevelyan growing more and more aroused by the second. Varric smiled against her lips and placed his other hand on the inside of her upper thigh. Almost immediately, Trevelyan stiffened. Smiling in satisfaction, Varric moved his lips to her neck, sucking and biting softly against it, marking his territory. Simultaneously, he rubbed his hand against the inside of her thigh, slowly and teasingly moving upwards. Trevelyan groaned and leaned further into the wall, legs suddenly feeling very weak. Eyes closed in pleasure, she gripped the back of Varric’s hair and tugged it encouragingly. Continuing his delightful torture, he alternated between sucking and kissing Trevelyan’s neck, moving to nip her ear every few minutes. Remembering that his other hand still clasped her breast, he enclosed two fingers around the nipple and squeezed gently, licking the nape of her neck as he did so. Trevelyan whimpered and just as she was about to lose all control, Varric completely stopped and moved away.

“Does that answer your question, Madam Inquisitor?”

Trevelyan smirked mischievously and once again closed the distance between the two.

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