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Prompt would be “sharing body heat.” Warning for canon-typical violence. For @anidragon from @ofwolvesandshatteredshields

Dorian doesn’t think much of it when the arrow takes him in the arm. It’s most unpleasant, of course, but he has been wounded before, and anyway, there are much more pressing things on his mind. Such as the several dozen Venatori sprinting gleefully toward him over the ice, not to mention the several more dozen who have made the crossing already and are busy gaining a foothold on the snowy bank.

There is an Inquisition camp on this side of the river. The way things are going, that is soon to change.

Dorian puts distance between himself and the melee, moving away from the frozen bridge their mages have summoned towards where the water flows high and fast beside him. The river is as black as the night sky above, and glints in the light of the near-full moon. He reaches up and snaps off the arrow-shaft at his arm, gasping in pain—hasn’t any idea how some people can do that without even a flinch.

Speaking of which, Bull is standing at the place where the bridge meets land, bellowing out some barbaric battle cry or other in that resonant voice of his. He’s neck-deep in Venatori and doesn’t appear particularly bothered by it. The field of snow around him gleams blight with reflected moonlight, and his axe flashes as he swings it through the air. Dorian did try to avoid him for a time—he’s Qunari, after all—but has found himself less repulsed as of late. Qunari, yes, but also thoughtful and clever and, it must be said, considerate at times—if only he weren’t so crude—

With a start Dorian finds a brace of warriors dashing toward him, snow spraying up in their wake. Kaffas. He was almost asleep when they attacked and hasn’t quite woken up yet. He reaches for the Veil to slow the soldiers down—

—and doesn’t find it.

For a moment he’s stupefied—he’s a mage, of course he can feel the Veil. Only he can’t. He only just manages to raise his staff in time to defend himself. Why can’t he sense it? Where did it go? His blocks are weak and sloppy. He stumbles back, wavering in the shin-deep snow, struggling to keep his balance. What’s wrong with him? The two soldiers hack down at his staff, seemingly content just to push him back. So he retreats, and retreats. Each strike jars his wounded arm, the arrowhead still stuck inside it. Again he reaches for the Veil, straining his senses. It isn’t there. It isn’t—

His foot slips down a sharp incline. The bank.

Venhedis.

Dorian heaves his body forward as he slides down the steep slope in a desperate attempt not to fall. Then an armored heel smashes into his cheek, and his head whips to the side, his boots slipping in the snow. He wheels, his arms flailing.

The water slaps into his back and closes over him.

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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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Modern AU by @ichigo-otaku for @thekingofcarrotflower

He had taken Sera’s recommendation more seriously when he realizes most of the gyms in the area were much less accommodating than he’s used to. Not only that, but many of them are owned by the same company, Ferelden Fitness, and because he’s been banned from becoming a member at any facility owned by them, he has limited options.

Sera highly recommends the small and almost impossible to find gym when they talk over drinks. She’s got a girl in her lap and she takes her attention away from the conversation long enough to giggle and kiss her between sentences. “Just sayin’, fancy britches. The place is the best, run by a freaking beast of a lady. Woof,” she snickers. The girl in her lap, Dorian learns eventually her name is Dagna, doesn’t seem to have any complaints, too busy downing her own drink. “They’ve got great snacks and wickedly amazing showers. The shower heads are detachable too…”

Dagna giggles into her drink, and Dorian decides he’s had enough of the conversation.

He can’t deny he’s interested though, which is what brings him to a place called “Buff Bodies and Buddies.” It seems like a more intimate sort of crowd as he walks into the doors, paying close attention to the people operating various exercise equipment just beyond the front desk.

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