"First Enchanter Orsino. You survive." "Your relief overwhelms me, Commander."

Jessica Lange as Knight-Commander Meredith Stannard Colm Feore as First Enchanter Orsino

Meresino commission I finished recently for my friend @ziskandra who has been inhumanly patient with me as I struggled through this! I think it turned out pretty good :)c

♟: Patching up a wound for Meresino? 🥺

This prompt made me smile, because my very first Mersino fic technically fits this bill to a tee (just with, uh, more sexual activity). So, it was most delightful to have an opportunity to return to my Meresino roots! --- Scratching the Surface

Sometimes, Orsino can almost convince himself that Meredith’s hatred of mages is an elaborate façade, nothing more than a convenient excuse to gain power. But then, there are times like these.

He watches on in bemusement as Meredith stitches her wound shut, the only sign of the pain she must be surely suffering evident in the furrow of her brow, lines of her face even deeper than usual.

“You know I could help with that,” Orsino teases, gesturing theatrically at the knight-commander’s arm with his spare hand. It’s not that he even wants to lend her his assistance, not really. There’s a small part of him that revels in her pain, and not to mention an even larger part that believes she deserves it. It’s just that he could. But she won’t let him. He’s expecting the knight-commander to ignore him completely. It’s one of her favourite past-times, second only to shouting (predominantly at him, but often at others as well). Instead, Meredith surprises him. “You are helping, mage,” she answers flatly. But most importantly, not angrily. His hands instinctively clench: one forms a fist and the other, tenses against Meredith’s bare wrist, where he’d been helping hold down her arm as she’d tended her wound and had been dutifully attempting to notice as little as possible.

He tries not to think about how warm her skin feels against fingertips.

Rolls her words around in his mind instead. Mage, she’d uttered, like it was punctuation.

Like it was a curse. And therein lies the rub, doesn’t it? Even though with just a mere wriggle of his fingers, he could take her pain away, leaving her skin blemish-free as though it had never been so much as scratched before, she would never let him. Because she did truly believe him, and everyone like him, to be cursed, as though he would sooner transform into an abomination and devour the entire world than be of any use to her, or indeed, anyone at all. Magic exists to serve man, or so the Chantry claimed, but the knight-commander seemed to find even his divine purpose intolerable or lacking. “If this is all the help I can provide,” he complains, pressing his fingers down harder against Meredith’s wrist as though tempted to see just how much he can get away with, “I might as well be a doorstop.” Meredith scoffs. “Don’t be ridiculous, Orsino.”

For a moment, there is nothing but silence. Deafening silence. He can feel Meredith’s heartbeat under her skin. But any futile hopes that Orsino might have held that the knight-commander might have finally forgone her infamous obstinance are instantly dashed when she hastily snaps, “A doorstop that can follow instructions.” The words rush out of his mouth before he can stop himself and think. “I could enchant one for you.” With a hiss, Meredith pulls her arm away.

All at once, Orsino’s fingers are freezing. Freezing and empty. Why, he wants to ask. Not why don’t you want an enchanted doorstop, but rather, why are you so scared of us? Why are you so scared of me?

“Goodbye, First Enchanter,” the knight-commander says. It’s one of the frostiest dismissals Orsino endured in weeks. His question dies on the tip of his tongue as he meets her gaze and realises that he doesn’t want to learn the answer. [non-sexual intimacy prompts]

Commission for the lovely @ziskandra!

It's a scene inspired by their fic all of you should go and read 𝘯𝘰𝘸 ♡

Commissions are still open (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆

THEM 💔

Commissioned the wonderful @princefado to draw one of my favourite scenes from Precipice!

DABB round 2

Like my other @dragonagebigbang​ contribution, this one was a big ol’ experiment. 

If this looks just bananas enough to intrigue you, go check out Dabs’ Meresino DA2/Locked Tomb Crossover Fic on AO3.

it's wednesday!! u know what that means...

WIP WEDNESDAY

tagged by the wonderful @mxkelsifer

"Don't be an idiot, Stannard," said Orsino. "I'm not going back without you." Had she always been this fragile, he wondered. He could feel every bone in her body and that knowledge terrified him, because he could hurt her more surely and more effectively than anything else in the world.

"I'm the idiot?" she said, eyes flashing, and Maker he wanted to kiss her, but there was no time, not with Corypheus slowly getting to his feet and the ground beneath them beginning to shake.

"Get out of here. Both of you." The Iron Bull dragged his considerable bulk to his feet, greataxe in hand. Neither of them spared him a glance. Meredith growled low in her throat and grabbed Orsino's face in both her hands.

All he could do was stare at her as she said, "One flesh, one end. This was always how it was meant to be, Orsino. Don't fight it." Her eyes were brimming with unspoken emotions. /Let me do this one thing, to atone for my mistakes./

But he couldn't let her go, so he grabbed onto her forearms desperately and shook his head at her, stringy hanks of hair falling in his face and getting glued there by the sweaty grease paint. "Please, Meredith. I can't do this without you."

She shook her head, mirroring him. "You won't have to. Just trust me."

"I said go!" The Iron Bull was shouting, now, and Corypheus was on his feet and everything was blurry and there was a quick press of soft dry lips on Orsino's and then –

more artwork for some dear friends <3

Precipice

By: @ziskandra

Pairing: Orsino/Meredith Stannard

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4508

Having recently been elevated to the rank of First Enchanter, Orsino intends to make Meredith follow through on the promises they'd made one another when they were younger.

He gets a little more than he'd bargained for.

Tags are below the cut, because some are E-rated!

Tags: Mage-Templar Dynamics, Reunion Sex, Desk Sex, Clothed Sex, Rough Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Love confession, Denial of Feelings, Pre-canon, Backstory

For the Ship Opinions i nominate Maric/Loghain

Loghain is in traumabonded gay love with this man. I think that's about as close to canon as it can be without actually being canon. I'm not sure if he's aware that he's gay for Maric, but he's 100% gay for Maric. To be brutally honest, I would care more about this pairing if The Stolen Throne were a less terrible book.

Fic: the end and the beginning

Fandom: Dragon Age

Relationship: Orsino/Meredith Stannard

Summary: This was all Orsino's fault, wasn't it? He'd feared isolation and thus the Maker had seen fit to ensure he was never alone again.

Words: 3592

Rating: E

Tags: Bodysharing, Pining, Regret, Red Lyrium, Corruption, Hate Sex, Masturbation, Post Dragon Age II, Orsino Lives

Notes: Written for @venatohru for the Multifandom Tropefest exchange!

Excerpt:

Read the rest on AO3

𝐈𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐱𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

(a little thing for my meresino buddies who asked for a hug)

i am fully back in the meredith brain rot state of mind that my 18yo self discovered back in the day