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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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Familiar Scents

From @cyber-fairie to @ohgodsalazarwhy
This piece is definitely NSFW and is an A/B/O AU.

“Is it really necessary that I be here Commander?” Dorian drawled, unable to hide the shiver that coursed through him even though he’d worn the warmest robes he had, sacrificing fashion and covering both shoulders with thick spun wool.

“I suppose I could invite Madame Vivienne…”

Dorian growled in the back of his throat, his eyes narrowing at the Alpha standing beside him.  “Now you’re just being nasty.”

Cullen laughed, the sound ringing out through the courtyard where several young mages stood looking cautiously at a matching number of former Templars.  That Dorian would rather freeze solid before relinquishing his position judging the newly arrived mages fitness for battle, Cullen finally gave in to the Omega’s shivering and took off his own cloak, dropping it over Dorian’s shoulders.  “There, is that better?”

Warmth, delicious warmth suffused Dorian’s body followed quickly by the familiar lyrium and sawdust scent that he had long ago learned to associate with Cullen.  Forcing back a purr of contentment, Dorian pasted a bland look on his face as he covered up his almost instinctive scenting by drawling, “It smells surprisingly less like wet dog than I had anticipated.”

Another burst of laughter escaped Cullen.  “You’re welcome.  Now, can we begin?”

Dorian nodded his head regally, wrapping the cloak more firmly around himself as he followed Cullen over and motioned for the first mage to begin.

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