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🥚✨The Fen'Harem Made Me Do It✨🥚
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Published:
2025-09-10
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2025-10-12
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In Pieces

Summary:

A collection of my Dragon Age related Drabbles (exactly 100 words based on a prompt). 🖤

Chapter 1: Faith & Family

Chapter Text

“Pup, come!” Cullen called to the silly beast running a mile ahead, a deluge of drool dripping from his wide-open mouth.

With his tail wagging, the Mabari made his way back to him.

“Good boy!” Cullen knelt beside him, scratching behind his soft ears, tugging at the scruff of his neck.

“Woof.”

“Me too. We're almost there.”

“Woof.”

Cullen was stalling. Surviving the ordeal with Corypheus was a miracle. Seeing Mia again, meeting her children felt like a dream. It was too much.

“Come, my love. Your family is waiting,” Ellana said, tenderly taking his hand,

“My family is here.”



Written by a human in Ellipsus.

Chapter 2: Duty & Demons

Chapter Text

Naked, shivering in the corner of his tumbledown room, Cullen took a deep breath. Sweat slicked his sculpted body as he sat, bent over, clutching his knees to his chest, and muttering.

“Duty… just doing my…” he cut himself off. A well-worn lie he told himself over and over again, just doing his duty—holding mages captive, threatening them with death should they step out of line.

The tears started then, the gasps for air, the sobs, stifled only by the sounds of rain, beating against the wood floor.

“You must forgive yourself, love.” A soft voice, hers. “I’m here.”




Written by a human in Ellipsus.

Chapter 3: The Inquisitor’s Ass

Chapter Text

After the party, Cullen climbed the tall staircase to the Inquisitor’s quarters, pink-cheeked and dizzy with relief.

She’d faced Corypheus and lived.

The thousand ways he’d pictured their demise, the endless nights of worry washed away in one victorious fight.

His smile broadened with every step. Up to his greatest hope, his dearest wish, his auspicious future. Up to his wife.

“Maker, I’m drunk,” he said, out loud, as he steadied himself at the top of the landing.

“Cullen? Is that you? I’m on the balcony,” she called out. “Get your ass out here.”

“And what of your ass, Inquisitor?”




Written by a human in Ellipsus.

Chapter 4: Potato

Chapter Text

Ellana let the fire burn down to a candescent glow before burying their last two potatoes beneath the embers.

She didn’t ask if Solas wanted one; she didn’t want to hear him say no. Not again.

He sat across from her, holding his back more rigid than usual and sketching in his notebook with a diminishing shard of charcoal.

Yesterday, she could have snuggled beside him, rested her head on his shoulder, and watched as the lines and curves took form on the parchment, seen the shape of her own face appear.

Yesterday he called her vhenan, but not today.

Written by a human in Ellipsus.

Chapter 5: Lyric

Chapter Text

Cassandra couldn’t remember the last time she’d thought of him like this, pink-cheeked and wild after a training session, eating blueberry pastries on the small patch of green.

“What are you looking at, little sister?”

“You. You are an idiot, and you have blueberry jam all over your chin.”

“You did well out there today, you know. That dragon never knew what didn’t hit her.” Anthony laughed deliriously.

Cassandra threw a clutch of grass at his face, but missed.

“Maker, sister, your aim. We’ll have to work on that.”

A merry memory recalled, like a forgotten lyric on her tongue.


Written by a human in Ellipsus.

Chapter 6: Kiss

Summary:

Solas meets The Iron Bull at a BDSM club in Kirkwall called the Bone Pit.
This is probably going to turn into a one-shot related to The Revolution of Hearts at some point.
I’m a little too obsessed with these two.

Chapter Text

It was Solas’ second time at The Bone Pit, it's promise of anonymous pain and oblivion too propitious to resist.

“Well, aren't you a pretty thing?” The Iron Bull said, resting his massive hand on Solas’ shoulder. “You wanna?” He gestured toward the hallway.

“I…” The bloom in Solas’ smiling cheeks, answer enough.

In the private room, away from the flashing, fuchsia lights, with the pulsing, metric bassline, and synth-riffs muffled behind the door, Solas settled.

Bull held him firmly against his chest and kissed his forehead, a softer torture than Solas imagined, but it broke him all the same.

Written by a human in Ellipsus.

Chapter 7: Shell

Chapter Text

Rook understands why they can’t go back. Why the sound of the sea that calls to them is a fable, a phantasm, a lie.

It doesn't matter.

Their clan is gone.

They have work to do.

They hold the hollowed heart of a shell in their hand, stroking the smooth aperture with their thumb, before putting it back in their pocket and taking Emmrich’s hand instead.

“Thinking of home again, my darling?” he says, gently running the tip of his thumb over Rook’s bruised knuckles.

Rook hums. “You’re my home now, old man.”

A smile.

A kiss.

A new shell.







Written by a human in Ellipsus.

Chapter 8: “Forced Orgasm” DreadRook & KINKTOBER 2025

Summary:

Kicking off Kinktober with a little Dreadrook “oops we share a brain” orgasm magic.

Notes:

Solas/Rook
F/M
FORCED ORGASM

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Rook wakes to the sound of his voice, haughty, honeyed, he says her name. Not Rook, but her real name, over and over in the lyrical lilt of his speech, his slight lisp catching on the sibilants, tasting them, turning them over like sweet sediment at the bottom of a wine glass.

She hears something like the stroking of slicked skin, staccato breaths, little squeaks and thinks, he can’t be. But he is. She finds herself…compelled.

“Garas,” he says to himself, but it undoes her. “Garas, garas, garas,” he sputters as they both cum again and again and again.



Written by a human in Ellipsus.

Notes:

“Garas, garas, garas” to be sung to the tune of, Nat King Cole’s “Quizas, quizas, quizas.”
Not really, but maybe .

I’m going to do as many days as I can of Kinktober, probably in drabble form because I’m behind on my main project. LMAO. Pray for me.
Thanks so much to Tulipathy for organizing our promps!!!
I’m picking at random.
xoxox

Chapter 9: “Ritual Sex” DreadRook & Kinktober 2025

Summary:

Listen, we’d all join the Dread Wolf’s sex cult if we could.

Notes:

Solas/Rook
M/M
RITUAL SEX

Chapter Text

His arms and legs are stretched out, spread wide like a griffon in flight as a dappled man in a wolf mask fucks him fluently, his own leaking cock, caught between them.

The floor beneath him bears the mark of the Dread Wolf, and soon, he will too.

He hopes.

He thrusts his hips upwards, giving more, taking more as well, but the man in the wolf mask doesn’t seem to mind; he exposes his teeth with his smile.

The man’s cock pierces, pulses inside of him, claims him as the others chant, "Fen'Har’el ‘ma ghil’an’a. Ar las’a mala rev’as.”


Written by a human in Ellipsus.

Chapter 10: "Spoils of War" DreadRook & Kinktober 2025

Notes:

Solas/Rook
M/M
SPOILS OF WAR

Chapter Text

Rook took a greedy gulp from a goblet, red wine dripping from the corners of his mouth like the blood of a fresh kill.

“You should enjoy your victory,” Solas said, scampish and cocky between long, wet sucks of his cock.

The Dread Wolf’s clean-shaven head, bobbing between his thighs, was reward enough, but Rook dipped his hand into the kaleidoscope of gems and gold anyway, capriciously fingering the fine, whetted grooves of a gilded crown, drawing blood.

“Ah! The spoils of war are sharp.”

“Let me see,” Solas demanded, taking Rook's bloodied finger into his mouth.

“You spoil me.”

Written by a human in Ellipsus.

Chapter 11: “Licking” DreadRook & Kinktober 2025

Notes:

Solas/Rook
M/M
LICKING
This is a bit of a continuation of Day 3: Spoils of War
🖤

Chapter Text

Solas licked the tip of Rook’s finger, tipping his head back to savor the taste of copper and iron and fruit. The sanguine sanctuary of Rook’s skin, an offering he did not deserve, but could not refuse.

“Solas,” Rook moaned. “Come here.”

Their kiss was a mess of wine and blood, of lips and tongues and teeth and fangs, of past fights and lectures and months of restraint, and Solas lost himself.

He growled as he licked Rook from the notch of his collar bone to the tip of his ear.

“Forgive me. I have been alone for so long.”

Written by a human in Ellipsus.

Chapter 12: “Sexual Healing” Kinktober 2025

Notes:

Solas/Lavellan
F/M
SEXUAL HEALING
tw: for some light gore

 

My kinktober offerings have been so bloody of late.
Oh well. Have fun. 🎃 🩸

Chapter Text

Solas’ open palm hovered over Ellana.

The searing pain of a dragon’s claw etched into the meat of her upper thigh, her leathers thrashed open to reveal a mass of torn flesh and blood.

“May I?” Solas asked.

“Please.”

His magic tingled, cooled as it stitched her mangled muscle and skin, as it soothed and sealed the open edges of her wounds.

“Does that feel better?” he asked, so close to her exposed sex, she could feel his hot breath against her curls, his restorative touch reverberating beyond her tattered gashes to places more vulnerable, more in need.

“Oh, yes.”



Written by a human in Ellipsus.

Chapter 13: “Toys” Kinktober 2025

Notes:

Solas/Lavellan
F/M
TOYS

Chapter Text

The kaleidoscopic lights made him dizzy, disoriented, but he wanted this, asked for this, begged for it, in fact.

Solas had used the toy before, a thick, thrumming gizmo that fit tightly and hit deep. He’d ridden it hard and chased his pleasure with brutish, reckless desire, but never like this, never in front of someone. Never in front of her.

“I want to see you take it all,” Ellana said. “Turn it on.”

Buzz.

The SNAP-CRACK of her riding crop struck across the backs of his thighs, tender skin stinging, a whimper, a hiss escaped his lips.

“Good boy.”




Written by a human in Ellipsus.

Chapter 14: "Cucking" Kinktober 2025

Summary:

If Cucking is happening, you know Cullen is involved.

Notes:

Cullen/Lavellan/Solas
F/M/M
CUCKING

It's been a DAY, so this one - I dunno. I did it! Yay!

Chapter Text

With the lithe muscles of his back bathed in moonlight and a scintillating layer of sweat on his skin, Solas slid his magic-slicked fingers deep inside Ellana’s cunt.

“Please, Solas.”

“Please, what?”

“Please, fuck me.”

“Did you hear that, Commander? Your wife wishes to be fucked.”

Seated in the high-backed chair in the darkest corner of his room, Cullen cleared his throat. “I heard.”

“How would you like me to fuck her? Or does she get to choose?”

“She most certainly does not.”

“Ha.” Solas chuckled.

“Take her any way you like.”

Solas growled.

Ellana moaned.

Cullen unzipped his pants.



Written by a human in Ellipsus.

Chapter 15: “Knifeplay” Kinktober 2025

Notes:

Solas/Rook
F/M
KNIFEPLAY

Chapter Text

Rook holds the dagger to his throat as she rides him. Stretched wide and deep on the Dread Wolf’s cock, she reminds him with each thrust that she is in charge now.

“Nothing to say, Fen’Harel?”

“Would you like me to beg, Rook?”

“Yes, actually. I would.”

Solas grinned, toothy and wild and bucked his hips beneath her. “You will need to do better than threats if you wish to see me prostrate myself.”

“You don’t think I’ll cut you with your fancy god-killing knife?”

“Show me, Rook,” he breathed.

“That sounded like begging to me.”

“That was a demand.”

Written by a human in Ellipsus.

Chapter 16: “Webcam” Kinktober 2025

Summary:

Prof. Solas is a gooner!!

This one is for sure going to bloom into a one-shot because Solas gooning to a cam-girl Ellana does something (extremely rotten) to my brain.

Notes:

Solas/Lavellan
F/M
WEBCAM

Chapter Text

Solas locked his office door and opened his laptop. He hadn’t logged into her website for days. Not since she’d introduced herself in the faculty lounge as the new professor of Dalish Music Theory.

A bead of sweat slipped down the side of his head and onto the return key as he entered her room.

LANA’S LIVE!

It was her. Unmistakably, though she wore a sweet little Orlesian mask. He trembled as he traced the long line of her slender back, stretched across her luxuriant bed, on his screen.

“Oh, hello, Dr3@dW0lf. I’ve missed you.”

Solas began to type.


Written by a human in Ellipsus.

Chapter 17: “Humiliation” / Book / Butt to Butt Dildo Fluff Kinktober2025

Notes:

Solas/Lavellan
F/M
HUMILIATION

 

Going for a triple prompt here. Andraste preserve me.

Chapter Text

“More, please.”

“Oh, Solas, just look at you. Whining, begging on all fours, like the brutal beast that you are.”

Ellana slaps his beautiful backside raw as she inserts more of the pliant, double-ended device inside of him. “Needy, little slut! You want all of this, don't you?”

“Yes.”

But she has a better idea.

Something she’d seen in one of Bull’s more tasteful books.

She slicks the end in her hand with magic, spins around, and sinks herself slowly against the implement until her soft skin meets his.

“Vhenan,” Solas gasps as they move together with intimate rhythm.

“Vhenan.”




Written by a human in Ellipsus.

Chapter 18: “Contract” Kinktober 2025

Notes:

Solas/Lavellan
F/M
CONTRACT

Chapter Text

Both signatories agree to these terms as written above.”

Solas had already signed.

Ellana’s eyes flitted between the blank line and the pen on the table.

“I am open to negotiating further.” Solas said, impassively stroking the rim of his coffee cup with his finger.

“Yes, actually. I wondered if we might move ‘Anal Play,’ from my ‘Hard Limits’ to ‘Soft Limits?’”

“Oh?”

“Yes, also, I hoped we could adjust your limits on ‘Bratting?’”

“I see. Planning to be a brat, are we?”

“I'm not planning anything, I just can’t promise that I won’t be one.”

Solas started to sweat.