Fic: The Whole Story [Bethany/Isabela] (for combination-nc)

A/N: For combination-nc on her birthday.
This could, if you wished it to, go along with the other Bethany/Isabela stuff I’ve written (not that there’s a ton of it, but it’s out there). 

Title: The Whole Story
Pairing: Bethany/Isabela
Rating: Not exactly what I’d call M, but let’s say NSFW?
Summary: Bethany asks Isabela to write a story about them, but Isabela suffers a bit of writer’s block.  

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Isabela sat her table in the Hanged Man with quill set to parchment and an a bottle of ink in just the right spot ready for when she needed it.  Only she hadn’t needed it at all yet, and it was distressing her.  At least once Varric had come over and pushed a tankard into her shoulder wondering if she had anything written yet.  She hated that she only had a single line on the parchment to show him.  Not that it was a race or anything of course, but there was always gold or drinks on the line when one of them finished a story, and Isabela didn’t like to lose.

She tapped the quill against the table, ink dropping in dark dots against the wood.  It filled in divots from knives and mugs and she had to move her parchment more than once to keep from staining it.  

Under some perfectly delicious amount of duress she had agreed to write Bethany a story.  Writing fiction about one’s friends when it was understood that they might read it once it was published, where she could claim some ignorance over the matter?  Well, that was one thing.  Writing a story for Bethany - beautiful and despite her recent best efforts, still desperately naive Bethany - was another thing altogether.  Especially if she was to keep their names intact.  

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normanee replied to your post: Prompt Me?

Beth/Cullen? Sexy times ;3

Hope that post-sexy times work?

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He curled a long strand of her hair around his index finger.  Once it was wound, he slipped his other fingers along her cheek and into her hair and he stroked her cheek with his thumb.  She gave him a lazy smile, her head down against the pillow next to him.

She giggled when he leaned down to kiss her, feeling the small tug of his fingers in her hair.  

“Cullen,” she whispered.

He smiled against her lips and after kissing her again, he pulled away enough to give her a who, me? look that only now did she know well.  She would’ve never guessed he had such a playful look in his stable of gruff harrumphs and consternated frowns.  But there it was accompanied with a smile and a shrug and a quick kiss on the nose.  

He unwound his hand from her hair and she scrunched up her nose at him.  She put a hand against his chest and pushed him away.  

She rose up against him and pressed her lips to his throat and worked her way up to his jaw and then his ear with soft kisses. At his ear she wrapped her fingers around the back of his head, threading her fingers through his short blond curls.  

“I have to go,” she said between kisses.

He grunted and she thought it sounded more like a whine, and he buried his head in her hair, his forehead against her shoulder.  She shook her head.  

“You are incorrigible.”

Cullen turned his head so he could look up at her.  “Is it working?”

“Not today, Knight Captain.  Eventually I will need to work with my apprentices today.  I’d rather not have the First Enchanter asking questions,” she said.  She slipped her legs out from the blankets on the bed and with another kiss, Bethany pushed him away.  “And I believe you have templars that will need some sort of direction.”

“I have better places to be,” he said and caught her arm in his to pull her back.  “Would rather be.”  

She smiled and laid a hand against his cheek.  “And I’ll be waiting for you tomorrow, as always.”

… and then this happened

minorearth:

So, earlier this week, cherith and I were talking about various story and RP ideas. She was talking about having played in a modern-day universe in which Cullen is a cop; as the conversation went on, we started thinking about a universe in which the characters were slightly aged up, because if Cullen is a cop, then an older Warden!Bethany would make an interesting FBI agent. 

Anyway, cherith is having a bad week, so I wrote up the beginning of our mythical AU … and now we might actually be writing it. As a real live story. Um. Whoops?

(800-ish words below. Just because.)

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Warden!Bethany’s Alphabet - K is for Kirkwall

minorearth:

We’re back! Since I stupidly managed to delete the entire fic on AO3, you can find previous chapters at this tag until I manage a master list. :)

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 Kirkwall is burning.

They see the fires as their ship closes in on the dock. The captain pulls up short, while they’re still too far away for Bethany to make out anything happening on shore. “I’m not landing there,” he tells Stroud. “I like my ship too much to let it burn.”

“Maybe we can go on,” Bethany suggests, “and land at Ostwick?” Her heart isn’t in the idea, though. Her heart is on the docks, inside the city, whether she wants it to be or not.

Stroud shakes his head. “We don’t have time. And Ostwick is too far out of our way.”

They’re heading north and west, to a place on the border of Nevarra and Tevinter that Bethany had never heard of, prior to meeting the Fereldan Warden-Commander. For a while, she’d suspected that Stroud chose Kirkwall as their landing port solely for Bethany’s benefit; she should have known better, because he never does anything for personal reasons. But, as if he can read her mind, he turns to Bethany when he next speaks. “We’ll have to get through the city as quickly as possible. Whatever’s happening, unless it involves darkspawn, it doesn’t concern us.”

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JayRain & MLHawke

miracles (bethany/teagan)

minorearth:

For cherith, because I love her. <3333333333333

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She’d never thought about it. Everyone knew that Grey Wardens were all but sterile. It generally took a miracle, Bethany was told, for a Warden to end up pregnant.

Apparently, the Maker had decided she was due a miracle.

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oh! this is just the sort of wonderful and fluffy thing I needed right now.  <33333333

cherith asked: 1 and 15 want to runaway and live the grand and exciting life of pirating on the high seas. 12 tries to talk them out of it.

lifeofkj:

Sometimes I make jokes about laughing hard enough to scare the cats. But tonight, they literally came upstairs to see what was wrong. The looks on their faces made me laugh even harder. Thank you. <3

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“You can’t be serious about this.” Bethany looked back and forth between her sister’s servant and his new business partner, some princess recently arrived from a far-away country she’d never heard of. But the bag packed at Bodahn Feddic’s feet, and the fact that he’d come by the Gallows to say goodbye, seemed fairly strong signs. “You can’t really be leaving Kirkwall for a life of piracy. Hasn’t my sister been good to you?”

“Very good, Miss Bethany,” Bodahn assured her. “But I’ve been here long enough. Time for me to move on, see new challenges, explore new business opportunities.”

“What about Sandal?” Bethany asked. 

“Oh, he’s coming along,” he replied, heartily. “Wouldn’t miss it! He wanted to come by, but, well, you know. The Gallows make him nervous. Can’t say I blame him,” he added in a low voice, glancing quickly around to make sure no Templars were in earshot. “So he’s waiting on the ship. But he sends his best.”

With a sigh of exasperation, Bethany turned to the woman, who had introduced herself as Ashe. “And you? You’re a princess, or so they say. Don’t you have a country to rule, obligations to attend to?”

Ashe shook her head, blue eyes steeled with resolve. “Once, it was so, but circumstances have changed me. A dear friend showed me that there are other paths to walk, that I need not be chained by the circumstances of my birth. I have chosen freedom, and Bodahn Feddic will help me take this journey.”

Bethany looked between them, saw the determination they shared, and discarded all the other arguments she might have made — chances were that Marian had attempted all the same avenues already. “All right. Well, best of luck to you then.” She embraced Bodahn and kissed him on the cheek — “for Sandal,” she said — and then they were gone, heading for the ship that awaited them on the Gallows dock. It pulled out and into the harbor; Bethany watched until it disappeared over the horizon, not sure whether she was more worried for Bodahn and Sandal, or jealous that she wasn’t going with them. 

─ Children of a Lesser God (Bethany/Cullen) ─

minorearth:

A (very belated) birthday gift for riverlethe84 - I meant to write a ficlet, and ended up writing a 10,000 word epic about Warden!Bethany and Cullen, post-DA2. I hope you enjoy it, my dear! :D

Many, many thanks go to cherith, for beta services and general encouragement and cheerleading. Without her, I may never have finished. <3

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Cullen hadn’t known she was a mage, not until he felt the tingle of healing magic dance across his exposed skin in the midst of battling Meredith. He’d turned to see Bethany, halfway across the courtyard, Warden armor caked in blood, calling the telltale swirl of white magic back into her hand. At the time, she’d just nodded at him before returning to her own fight. Now, though … he looks at Bethany, dressed in a simple tunic and skirt, glaring at him like he’s now the enemy.

He remembers the broken body he last held in his arms – a boy, somewhere around twelve years old, just about the age of the girl sitting and shivering in front of him - and part of him thinks well, maybe I am.

This is… Lovely. Beth, Beth, Beth. Teagan will ride anywhere you want him to, and stay for as long as you need him.