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Aroma FOR Siujerkjai.

For @siujerkjai​, by @solar-windswept

This had been going on long enough that the Bull could now discern when Dorian wanted sex by scent alone.

Dorian would walk into the tavern and sit next to him at the usual corner. They’d play cards and tip back their drinks, laughing along with whatever stories were brought to the table, no matter who was telling them - Varric or Adaar or one of the Bull’s boys.

Then the mage would reach over and brush the inside of Bull’s wrist against his warm, but slightly twitching fingers. 

Dorian wore his cologne like a proper gentleman: just a small dip on his wrists, behind both ears, and in the hollow of his throat. The usual scent he preferred was a mild jasmine. Flowery, but not overwhelming or sweet; elegant in a way that would never really be out of fashion.

But on the nights where Dorian was randy, the cologne he wore bore traces of cinnamon and cloves. The hint of spice filled the Bull’s nose and it burned him in more ways than one. All the while, the sneaky little Vint would just sit next to him, discussing some sort of magical crap with Dalish as if nothing was different. Such a goddamn tease.

The worst part was that no one else seemed to notice the change, or at least they weren’t commenting on it.

“Bull?”

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Spin Me Right Round

Giftee: @solar-windswept
Gifter: @dragonflies-and-katydids
Prompts: Hot wax play, Meeting in the Dog Park (101 Dalmatians Style)
Rating: Explicit
Tags: modern AU, definitely NSFW

“This is a bad idea.”

Bull laughs and thumps Krem on the shoulder as the pet shelter’s volunteer glares in outrage. “Awww, c'mon, admit it. He’s cute.”

Krem looks down at the dog that’s currently huddled–whimpering–against Bull’s shins, then back up at Bull. “He’s pathetic.” The volunteer glares harder, her arms crossing tightly over her chest.

“Now you’re just being mean,” Bull says, pretending to be hurt as he kneels to scratch the dog behind the ears. It’s made harder by the dog’s attempts to stay against his leg, even when it puts Bull’s descending knee dangerously close to the dog’s front paws.

“I’m being accurate,” Krem says. He looks around the kennel at the other cages, and points to a lab mix pressing its nose to the bars of its cage. “What about that one?”

Bull glances at it and dismisses it in the space of a second. “That one doesn’t need me,” he says, smiling fondly at the dog still trying to wedge itself up against him. “This one does.”

“That one needs a lot,” Krem mutters.

He’s right and Bull knows it: besides the obvious anxiety issues, the dog is thin and a little mangy. The shelter has been doing its best, but by the tag on the cage, Bull knows they’ve only had it a few days, not nearly long enough for regular meals to do any good. If it’s even been eating them, anxious as it is.

“He’s a purebred French bulldog,” the shelter volunteer offers brightly, as if Bull cares one way or another.

He makes an acknowledging noise out of politeness and continues to scratch the dog behind the ears.

“Admit it,” Krem says at last. “You just want him because he’s a bulldog.”

Bull laughs, then smothers it when the sound makes the dog jump. “Okay, yeah, that’s a plus, but really? How do you say no to that?”

The dog is leaning into Bull’s hand now, looking up at him like he’s about to deliver a steak dinner and a lifetime supply of rawhide chews. The whimpering from earlier has stopped, along with most of the shivering.

Krem sighs in a way Bull recognizes, the long-suffering sigh of a man abandoning a lost cause. “Paperwork?” he asks the volunteer, and for the first time since they came back to the kennel, she looks at him with something less than outright hostility.

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Fake Dating for @stupidlullabies by @hcvillicrd

Festivus had the tendency of being an absolute disaster for Dorian Pavus, whether he intentionally pushed the holiday in that direction or not. Add in family reunions, and he could be sure that at least three people in the family would be crying by the end of the night. This year, however, he had one goal in mind: his eyeliner would not be smeared as he walked out the door, and he would carry himself with pride.

The only issue? It had become something of a habit to shock and astound not only his parents but every other extended member of the family with some sort of surprise. Last year it had been dreadfully long hair, the year before a ridiculous amount of piercings, and the year before that he had gladly shown off his brand-new tattoos in all their wonderful Tevinter-esque style. This year would be the year to undo all others.

And that’s how he ended up calling Cremisius Aclassi at one in the morning three days before the family reunion, asking if he could borrow his large Qunari friend for the get-together.

“Altus, what now?” Krem picked up the phone sounding all but awake, and Dorian could hear Lace’s quiet grumbling in the background, which meant that he’d most likely woken them up. Oops, how unfortunate.

The mage ran a hand over his eyes and wondered on how exactly to phrase this without causing Cremisius to have a heart attack. “I need your help. There’s a Pavus gathering on Friday and I need a boyfriend-”

“No, absolutely not, there will be no way in hell that I ever go with you to a shitshow like that! It’d be like going back to Tevinter all over again. Do you want me to throw myself to the dogs? Is that something you find fun?” Krem started blathering before he could even finish, and Dorian patiently listened to all the reasons his dear friend had decided that no, they would not look good together.

“No, but I do want to borrow your Qunari friend for the occasion. He seems like he’d be a man up to the task!” A daring and daunting request, maybe, but it was worth a shot. There was a long pause and silence dragged between the two for an agonizingly long moment. Dorian settled a bit more into his comfortable arm chair, closing his laptop and setting it aside while he waited.

“I don’t know. I’d have to talk to him. Shit, he might be crazy, but I don’t think he’d be that crazy.”

“Just give me his number, and we’ll work it out between ourselves. No need for your involvement beyond this point, I promise.”

“Fine, I’ll text it to you.” There was a sudden beep and the droning tone that told Dorian that Krem had decided to hang up. Huffing, he re-opened his laptop and waited. About five minutes after he’d started reading about Varric Tethras’ spit-shined sequel to the absolute drivel known as Hard in Hightown, his phone made a pinging sound. Krem seemed to have made good on his promise, and sure enough, there sat the Iron Bull’s number.

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Homeward Bound

Writer: @acheesecakewrites
Recipient: @tedkordisanasshole
Tags/Prompt: Modern AU

Dorian settled back in his seat with a sigh, watching the other passengers file through the plane. It wouldn’t be long now. He’d fulfilled all his duties, stood at his mother’s side, shaken the hands of important people, delivered a few proper and not at all heartfelt words. He’d remained stoic and solemn through the ceremony, thanked the right people for coming to the wake, and assured his mother that he didn’t want the house in Qarinus, she could do with it as she liked.

He didn’t know why the only flight from Qarinus to Ferelden always left at four in the morning, but he’d traveled the route enough times now to be bored with it. He just wanted to be home.

The other groggy travelers settled into place, and the plane took off with a roar of engines. Dorian watched as the ground fell away below him, the massive, imposing buildings shrinking in moments to toy-sized, to ant-sized, finally disappearing from view as the plane reached the thick layer of clouds. The early-morning darkness deepened, then vanished altogether as the plane rose above the cloud bank and the open sky stretched around and above. Above the clouds, the horizon was a dramatic array of color, from dark blue at the height of Dorian’s vision all through the spectrum to a soft pink at the bottom of the sky.

The plane tilted south, and Dorian could see where the sun was just about to rise. Tevinter was invisible below the clouds. He was never going back.

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Prompts”  Adoption; within the Inquisition timeline, mod-au, whatever you’re comfortable with! I genuinely believe that they would make an interesting pair of parents, anything and everything involving these two adopting a kid of their own and raising them??? +  Something sweet (and cozy) about hot chocolate :’) Roll with it however you will!

by @adaarkadan for @thejerseydeviledoodleblog

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For: @zythepsary
Prompt: Resting (and/or celebrating) after a dragon battle.
From: @damnyoualex

Dorian wakes stiffer and sorer than he’s been before in his life. For a moment he wonders what happened to get him in such a shape, but as he slowly blinks his eyes open and stares up at the shadowed canvas roof of a tent and the events of the previous day return to him.

With Corypheus dead, the Inquisitor had finally been able to divert inquisition resources towards rebuilding Judicael’s crossing and had decided to examine the ruins beyond, a process that had involved taking down not one, not two, but three dragons – without any of their usual pauses for recuperation between battles. A worthy cause no doubt, both because dragons were a menace and because their parts would sell at a high price, necessary now because the lack of any immediate threat meant that donations to the Inquisition were dropping away. But being worthwhile didn’t change the fact that the battles had been strenuous, particularly the third in which Dorian’s well-honed fire spells had been useless. By the end Dorian had wanted nothing more than to be transported back to Skyhold and a rest up in a proper bed, but Bull had been ecstatic and desperate to celebrate such a phenomenal conquest and despite his reservations Dorian had found it hard to resist being swept up in Bull’s enthusiasm.

It had been a glorious evening to honour a glorious kill.

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For @themusicmaker69 and the prompt “Dorian’s parents come to Skyhold” by @scarletfoxtales. Angst and family fighting follows.

They don’t talk about it, not at first. They don’t talk about a lot of things. Important things, yes, the Iron Bull makes sure of that. On the second night Dorian comes to him, courage bolstered by whatever he’d been drinking in his alcove, the Bull sits him down and waits until it’s worn off a little. Goes and gets him some food from down below, nothing fancy.

A bowl of stew and some bread, a pitcher of water. Dorian hasn’t overdone it on the drinking, doesn’t usually. He doesn’t live in the bottle.

The Bull could see Dorian getting to that point someday, sure. But not now. Not when there are better distractions to be had. The Bull’s fine with being one of them.

They talk about watchwords; it’s not a fun talk. Dorian’s flippant, agrees to one because why not, he wants sex and Bull’s somewhat attractive and has nice muscles and a kind face if a bit scarred, but will he just get on with it? Dorian wants to be fucked into the mattress, now please. Ugh.

The pleases are an afterthought, not true begging. They’re said with a sigh, like Dorian is doing the Bull a great favor by even being here.

“You’re not the first man I’ve done this kind of thing with” Dorian tells him, “and you won’t be the last. Now if you would just get on with it? Or should I tie you up, and fuck myself on your cock? At least something would be happening, then.”

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‘While some are calling this an outrage, others are pointing out that the pair only seem to target those banks most associated with corruption and theft themselves. What’s more, there seems to be a pattern of suspicious foreclosure and banking...

‘While some are calling this an outrage, others are pointing out that the pair only seem to target those banks most associated with corruption and theft themselves. What’s more, there seems to be a pattern of suspicious foreclosure and banking records being taken and then mailed to various news outlets. At this time, five cases have been brought to court in relation to these files. A good portion of the stolen money also seems to have a way of making it back into the hands of the people within the local community. With what seems to be an underlining motive of 'rob the rich to feed the poor’, it’s little wonder there’s so few willing to give any information that may lead to their capture.’

Prompt: Bank Robbery
By @shae-c-art for @tikaon

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The Inquisition Hotel

Prompt: AU
Happiest of Holidays, @yogurt-gun! Hope you like it! From @maliwanhellfires

The Inquisition was a hotel in the Vashoth quarter. It was made in the Orlesian style, with high-vaulted ceilings and delicate architrave, signage done up in a calligraphic hand. Not very Qunari at all, but that was the point. The owner didn’t care much for tradition, beyond getting up early and wearing loose-collared shirts. It was family-owned, and proudly too. A real pillar of the community.

It was also the front for a Speak-easy. It almost had to be. There was no money in hotels, what with the depression.

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