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A Bad Night, A Better Morning

for @labarkour

Rating: T
Summary: In which Dorian experiences two semi-polite awakenings within only minutes of each other, which he probably deserves.

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A long day, a bad night. Dorian had found himself outside the Bull’s door, which has ever had been left unlocked, and had opened it without much input from his thoughts. At the desk by the hearth sat the Bull, head resting on his left hand, quill dangling uselessly from his right. He’d looked up, and sighed.

Dorian…

Not – not that. Will you allow, that is, may I

A grey morning. Dorian wakes slowly to warmth to his front, cold to his back, and identifies the warmth eventually as the Bull, still slumbering beneath him. A pang, then. Last night he’d been an intruder, creeping into the Bull’s bed for some kind of comfort – and whenever had he begun to find comfort there? Dorian had woken just briefly as the Bull settled in beside him, just long enough to press closer until the Bull wrapped a hand around his back to hold him there.

“I should go,” Dorian says, all but silently, a test of the words. His voice rasps in his throat.

The Bull stirs then, and Dorian stills. Warmth against his left shoulderblade, then, as the Bull wraps an arm around him once again. “Mmm. Morning.” In a slow movement the Bull drags his hand a short way up and down Dorian’s back, soothing until Dorian recognizes the nature of the act. He doesn’t stiffen, but his heart sets to pounding. The Bull must feel it, pressed together as they are.

It’s too much, after the frustration and despair of the night before. Sequestered from morning to evening in the forge with Dagna, delicately prodding at Calpernia’s crystal, and not a thing to show for it. Another snide letter from the Head Librarian of the Minrathian Circle refusing his requests in the most insulting means possible without directly condemning him. The perpetual distaste and distrust of a keep full of southerners who manage never to notice his commitment to the cause. A cold night, and a dragging sorrow, until there’d been nothing for it but to give in, and—

“I should go,” Dorian says, and his voice is rough, and he says it with his face pressed into the Bull’s shoulder.

The Bull says nothing. He’d said little the night before. Dorian, and sure, and that had been it. Something despondent in the curve of his back, and Dorian hadn’t thought to ask—no, that isn’t it. Had not wanted to ask, in the expectation of being rebuffed. And the Bull had held him all night, is holding him now, despite whatever it is that weighs on him.

Selfish, to have come; selfish yet, to linger. Selfish once more, to angle his face up to say, “Unless…”

“Go,” says the Bull, and something sharp stabs through Dorian’s chest even as the Bull continues, “or stay. It’s your call.”

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The Deepest Sea and the Deepest Affection

This is my gift for @lildevilbutt. I wrote them a Pirate AU from @elthadriel

“Oi! Krem, it’s flipping Fancy-Pants again!”

Dorian had always been rather on the fence as to if there was a god or not. He was now convinced that there was, and, more importantly, that this god hated him.

Krem appeared next to Sera and his laugh echoed across the deck of the ship. It was enough to gather the attention of the rest of the infamous Iron Bull’s pirate crew.

“Are you people following me?” Dorian asked. He folded his arms over his chest. The first time he had encountered the chargers they had bound his hands behind him and kept him locked in a cabin until the captain had decided he had stewed long enough to ask him about who to ransom to.

This was the third time his ship had been raided by them, and his treatment was slightly different.

“Nah,” Krem said. He wasn’t grinning as widely as Sera, but he did cross over the ship to clap Dorian on the back. “I guess we just have terrible luck.”

Krem waved his hand at Dorian and went off to find Bull. Very wearily, Dorian followed behind.

“Captain, look who we found,” Krem said. Bull was talking to his men who were busy dealing with Dorian’s.

Bull turned, framed by the light behind him, silhouetted against the sky. He was shirtless, as always, and wearing ludicrous trousers, that wouldn’t even have been allowed in Tevinter as a warning against bad fashion, never mind being worn.

“Dorian!” Bull bounded across the deck of his ship and gathered Dorian up into arms.

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Hoping I Don’t Float Away


This is a gift for @littlexabyss. Merry Christmas and a happy new year!

The prompts I went with were:
• Something inspired by my favourite song
My favourite song is “The Bends” by Doomtree.
• Anything to do with AUs, bookshops and music stores.

Hoping I don’t float away
By @tikaon for @littlexabyss

Dorian had known, like everybody knew, that the conclave was scheduled to begin the very day he arrived in Redcliffe. It had been on the news for months now, the uneasy truce, the tense negotiations, the faces of all the important people with long titles speaking on the evening talk shows. Going on and on about Kirkwall and mages and fear upon panic upon hysteria.

He had ignored most of it though, too preoccupied with his own little escape project to take much interest in politics anymore. And thus it was that he was almost completely surprised to arrive in a city on high alert. The police were everywhere, and they were conducting “random” searches that were about as predictable as the sun rising in the morning. Dorian had already been forced to abandon his staff on the train when it pulled into the station. At least he could use the ruckus it caused when it was found unattended to duck through the gathered people into the relative safety of the station hall.

It was a tiny station all in all, befitting such a small town, and woefully unsuited to the veritable throng of visitors that were now trying to push through it. Dorian went with the flow as best he could until at last he was pushed out into the freezing open air.

It was late Umbralis with Satinalia fast approaching, and the weather showed it. Thick fog pressed down low on the houses, threading through the streets with icy fingers, half obscuring the lights in the windows and the neon signs over shops. Dorian walked down the street slowly, trying to get his bearings. Walking without his staff felt strange and awkward, and the cold would not stop biting into his skin. He thrust his hands into his coat pockets instead, and with his right he fiddled with the key he had been given. It was a small and innocuous copper key, supposed to open a room in the peacock inn. The seediest place in town, Dorian was certain, but it had been chosen to be his safe-house. For now.
If he managed to get there.

He heard the templar patrol before he could see them, and that might very well be what saved him. The sound they made was unmistakable. Lock-stepping steel on stone, coming from behind. Even for him, it was an effort not to quicken his steps, keep his head down while he looked for the nearest possible escape. He hadn’t been paying attention. That didn’t mean he was stupid.

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I just want

For: Nessa_T (on AO3)Prompts: semi non-con sex / angst with happy ending / Dorian in collar
From: @birdscameflying
Words: 2597
Warnings: BDSM, Dom/sub, gags, bondage, humiliation, spanking, name calling, hurt/comfort

“Would you do something for me?” Dorian asks, his voice conversational, but his face is shadowed by emotion he can’t hide from the Iron Bull.

They’re having dinner at Skyhold main hall and the Bull looks up at him from his soup.

“Anything,” he says.

“You don’t even know what I am going to ask,” Dorian says, his upper lip twitching a little out of irritation.

“The answer would still be the same,” the Bull says. ”I would do anything for you.”

Dorian looks away, pushing his bowl aside having hardly touched it.

“You know I’m always right,” the mage says feigning perfect superiority. “But this time… I may have done something in haste.”

The way Dorian is sitting against the light makes it hard for the Bull to see him properly.

“I’m in a mood for a… distraction,” Dorian adds finally when the Bull has let the silence lay between them for long enough that it’s clear he isn’t going to ask.

The Bull touches Dorian’s knee under the table where no one else can see it. Sex is easy for them and Dorian has never been shy to ask for it, so this is unusual.

“Would you stop being so fucking considerate for a moment,” Dorian sneers. “I want—“ he takes a deep breath. “—you are going to make me say it, aren’t you.”

“You know the rules,” the Bull says. “I need to hear you say it.”

Dorian does.

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