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So, due to being sick and pretty much asleep for the majority of Yuletide sign-ups, I actually missed signing up as a writer.  But, like I have the past few years, I picked up a few pinch-hits and ended up writing two stories.  Neither in fandoms I've given a lot of thought to.  As with a lot of stuff I write that's outside my normal fandoms, I was super nervous to write these, and I'm still not completely happy with them.  But, I wrote them.

(All Story links go to AO3)

And then somehow (I didn't know they did this to be honest) I was able to sign-up to get a story anyway, because I picked up more than one pinch-hit.  Quel surprise! And then, I didn't get one, but SIX gifts, and I just was over-the-moon.  So, for your reading pleasure:

  • An Honest Mistake - Dragon Age [Isabela/Aveline] (a special treat for me by virusq because technically DA isn't a Yuletide fandom)
  • Purgatory - Carnivale [Henry & Management]

There's more, but let me first say that I've requested Little Red Riding Hood stories every year I've done fandom and I've been super impressed every year by what people come up with.  I got four LRRH stories this year and I love each of them.  You'll see by the tags, I have a type for LRRH stories and I think all of these are slightly smutty.

As for Dragon Age fandom, I wrote a few things for that (and one co-written piece) by far the longest of which is Of Wolves (which you might be tired of hearing about, but I'm not tired of talking about it - {see love of LRRH stories}

And I got some cool stuff too:

cherith: Dragon Age Grey Warden Logo (Dragon Age: Grey Warden)
[Written for a prompt at the Dragon_Age Community on LJ]

“Sister, what do I say? What do I tell him?”

“Bethany, I’m not the one to ask. If you feel the need to leave a letter, then do so. You already know the limits of what you can safely say to him.”

Bethany nodded and looked back down to the parchment under her fingertips. If she wrote it quickly, wrote it the way Marian had asked her to, she wouldn’t be saying anything at all- not really. And she couldn’t imagine what that might do. For him to find such a letter. For him to know that she had left not just the Gallows, but Kirkwall altogether, but nothing of how she felt, how she wanted to stay, not how she wished that things had been different- oh, so different.

Marian would have her say none of that. Not to say that she was leaving, not to say that she cared for him (and in a way that no mage should care for a Templar) and especially not to say that her sister, her sister, was bringing Anders with them. Maker, how could she fit all that into a single letter? Or a pile of them.

She couldn’t.

But, she knew words that he would understand. Even, if there was nothing else to go with them.

Carefully, she penned the Canticle of Trials, just two verses. It was all she would need, if she put his name at the top and her name at the bottom, then he would know. He would know.

When she was done, she showed it to Marian who nodded her approval. ”If you had to write something,” her sister sighed, “then that was well written. In that you didn’t really write it at all.”

Her sister’s voice was dismissive, as she handed the parchment back and Bethany found it hard to smile, though Marian had approved of it in her own way. Bethany frowned, because she knew it wasn’t complete. It wasn’t everything, but it would have to be enough. She turned it over, putting his name again on the other side so that when she rolled it, his name would show. Then, she placed it within plain sight on the desk in her room.

Strangely, once her fingers had left the parchment, she felt an odd sense of peace about it. This way, no one would know, but she and him. This way, it looked only like the Second Enchanter had assigned words of remembrance and peace in a dire time to the new Knight-Commander of Kirkwall.

Maybe in them, Cullen would find some strength.
cherith: Dragon Age Grey Warden Logo (Dragon Age: Grey Warden)
[Written for the DA_Land Community where the prompt this week was merely Dwarves]

“Lady Aeducan, if you don’t stop that, I’m never going to finish writing this.”

She looks up at Varric and trails a finger down the inside of the neckline of his open tunic. “Stop what, Tethras? This?” She twirls a strand of chest hair between her nimble fingers. “Or this?” Her other hand toys with the laces of his leggings, laces she’s already undone.

“Oh you do not play fair do you,” he chuckles and sets his parchment aside. “You know, I knew someone a bit like you in Kirkwall. Well, not quite like you, being human and all. But just as… determined.”

“Varric Tethras are you telling me that you…?”

“Oh, no no no. Not for me she wasn’t. No, Rivaini had her eye on lots of men.” His chest rumbles with laughter. “And I know she eventually had her way with many of them. Not my type though. Besides you know how Bianca can get. Still if it hadn’t been for her- I wouldn’t have gotten to writing all these things down in the first place you know…” He looks at his abandoned story, something he knows Isabela will enjoy when she sees the latest chapter.

Lady Aeducan spares a glance towards the chest at the far end of the bed, a chest she knows is locked and solidly so and that contains only one thing, a thing lovingly oiled and cradled with silks. Her eyebrow arches as she looks back at Varric. “Oh yes. I remember.”

With another chuckle he reaches out a hand and rubs at her shoulder. “Bad memories of what the big, bad crossbow did to you?”

Lady Aeducan huffs. “I’ll have you know Varric that my shoulder still gets sore in that spot. Stupid duster healer never set it right.” She pulls her hand from his chest, pushes his hand away and rubs at the spot with a feigned look of frustration and pain.

“I’m not getting any more writing done, am I?”

She grins and her hand moves from her shoulder to his, pushing him back into the pillows behind him. “Not if I have anything to say about it.”

“Whatever the Warden Queen commands.”
cherith: Dragon Age Grey Warden Logo (Dragon Age: Grey Warden)
[Written for a prompt at Commentfic over on LJ]

"Do you think she believed you?"
Marian is leaning back onto the bed, her hands behind her head. She gives him a cautious, but questioning smile and arches an eyebrow. Her hair has grown longer in her time away from Kirkwall and as she sits up, it falls forward over a shoulder.
 "No way to tell for sure, Hawke," he says as he slides on to the seat at the desk in the corner of their small room. "But, I'll know soon enough. Already have my eyes and ears open to find out where they move next. The Seeker hasn't exactly been quiet these days."
"And was she really with them?"
"Sunshine? Yeah, she was there." He grants her a sly smile and gently taps the side of his nose. "Knew she was there when they pulled me in. She made sure of it." He frowns slightly at the memory. "Did seem like they've picked up a lot of the Circle mages though."
Marian moves forward and slides her legs off the side of the bed. "Varric, is my sister okay? If they're going through all this trouble..."
"Hawke, I've been telling as many people as I can, but it's going to take time. It's not like I can just put out word that Hawke's looking for her sister."
He reaches out his arms to her and she goes to him. She kneels in front of the chair and puts her head against his lap, her brow creased with worry.
 "I just worry, Varric," she whispers against his thigh.
 He pats her head. "I know you do, Hawke. I'm doing the best I can, and I've told so many stories now about how you left- who you left Kirkwall with... " he smiles down at her. "Try not to worry, Hawke. You know how good my stories are."
That brought a small smile to her lips and she folds back to sit against her heels. She looks up at him. "You know I love your stories, Varric. But that's not what I'm..."
"Good," he says, cutting her off. With a nod he lifts a finger to her chin and tilts her gaze to his. "Then you should know that if they're listening to my stories, none of them really know the truth."
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Realized this story never got put up over here. Fixing that now. :)

Title: It's All Implied

Fandom: Dragon Age: Origins
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Story spoilers for the endgame of DA:O (not Awakenings) - with some liberties taken, a small amount of fighting/violence and blood.
Word Count: 2,362

Prompt: #28 "The difference between weakness and wickedness is much less than people suppose; and the consequences are nearly always the same." -- Marguerite Gardiner, Countess of Blessington (1789-1849), Irish novelist, writer of magazine articles, and editor.

Summary: A take on Morrigan's role when she leaves the party. She heads home to see and deal with what's left of her mother's place in the Wilds and then contemplates her role in the group.

Author's Notes: Written for [community profile] femgenficathon at LJ (2010). This story wanted to go all over the place, and was determined to be several things at once, for which I apologize. But I wanted to do something that gave Morrigan a little more than the one side we see so consistently, because it's obvious she's got some issues to work through. Hopefully, my idea also worked. (Title from Straylight Run's "Mistakes We Know We Were Making" a sort of theme for this story in general.)

It's All Implied )

Link to the story at AO3
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Title: At My Request
Author: [personal profile] cherith
Beta: The lovely [personal profile] yappichick
Word Count: 27,085
Fandom: Dragon Age: Origins
Rating: PG-13 ish
Pairings: f!warden/Alistair, Leliana/Zevran, Alistair/Morrigan, Leliana/Zevran/f!Warden/Isabela
Genre: Fantasy, Adventure, Fairytale
Summary: The Warden proposes a way for everyone to get their minds off what they're doing day in and day out. As they make their way across Ferelden to battle the blight, they gather at night around the campfire and tell stories of myth, lore and legend to help get them through.

Warnings: TONS of spoilers for the main plot of Dragon Age: Origins - with lots of liberties taken of course, plus plenty of drama and angst, several implied relationships, some mentioned violence -- all a bit like the game really.

Authors Notes: Written for [community profile] scifibigbang. A big thanks goes to [profile] yappiechick for being my beta!! It looks like my artist may have flaked, so at the moment I don't have anything. But, I'll probably throw a mix together and add that in soon.

This story tried to be a bunch of things when I was starting out, but as soon as I started writing, the idea that the group might need some way to pass all those boring nights around camp really stuck with me. So, that's what it became, a way to tell their story by using stories that have been so well known for so long. At least I hope that's what I did. Enjoy!

PS. Not all the stories used are traditionally fairy tales, nor are they necessarily the same as their popularized versions. So, for the curious, there's a list of the stories I used in the order they appear at the end of the fic. Thanks for reading.

Link to story at AO3

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