Daya



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    It had seemed like the ending to a folktale, to step with him into the Fade, to leave all of the frustrations of being the Inquisitor behind. But Dalish folktales were rarely so simple.

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    30 Jan 2026

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    Love line in your hand, cleverly disguised

    A series of fics and one-shots, following the story of Dread Inquisitor Luella Lavellan, Herald of Andraste, and her elvhen serving man. It moves parallel to the canon of Inquisition, takes liberties with Trespasser, and completely departs in plot beyond that. Updated non-chronologically—but all fics are in chronologic order.



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    30 Jan 2026

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    The heir of Rattay and Pirkstein would sire a child, must sire a child, his own, if he wanted to be the Lord of Rattay and Pirkstein. But if by some magic or natural science they could make one together—

    “You’d want that?” Henry cleared his throat. “A child?” and thought of pushing so far inside his lord that he altered the laws of Nature herself. Thought of making a womb inside him, with his—his seed, fuck, Lord forgive me: this was blasphemy.

    Henry acquires an herb that heightens love-making and enhances fertility. Hans is... intrigued.

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    04 Jan 2026

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    Henry playfully wrestles him to the ground, and their laughter shakes the trees. This is what life ought to be: easy and sweet and without any past or future. The rest of the world can hang for all Hans cares; all he wants is to make Henry laugh, and to turn him every shade of red possible.

    “Shut up or I'll fill you up,” Henry threatens. “I’ll get a strong son on you.”

    Something flutters in Hans’s chest. “I'm not a fucking maid, Henry.” He struggles a little more, just for show, and Henry pins his hands above his head.

    “Could be,” Henry counters, grinning. “My maid, my girl, the way you take me.”

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    In which Henry helps Hans forget about his upcoming nuptials, a wedding night is shared, and Hans yearns to become something other than what he is.

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    “Good god, Henry, again already? Still feels like you sucked my soul out of my cock with your arsehole.”

    “Don‘t say it like that. I thought it was romantic,” Henry grinned, and wiped a bead of sweat off Hans’ brow with his thumb. In a display of infinite and glorious romance, he licked it.

    “Thought you were about to pop, your face was so red, Sir Hans,” Henry snickered.

    Hans threaded a gentle hand in the overgrown hairs on the back of Henry’s head, and wrung his neck, just a little.

    “Someone fancies himself a minstrel, huh? I’m going to set Pebbles loose and make you walk back. Get in a good squeeze, because this is the last you'll be seeing of my backside.”

    “A fine backside it was, my lord. I’ll miss it dearly.”

    Hans takes to planning an outing to woo Henry. To spectacular results.

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    07 Dec 2025