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“Plasticity”
GIFTEE: @dragonflies-and-katydids

PROMPTS
: “modern AU!”, “office holiday parties” (ish), “D/s, especially switch!Bull or sub!Bull”, “totally fine with smut”.
TAGS:
adoribull, adoribull holiday exchange, nsfw, modern AU, implicitly negotiated kink.
@mater–tua , Jan 8th.

The Qun never pegged him for much of an artist. Then again, they never thought he would have turned either. No, not bright-eyed, stout-hearted Ashkaari. Not the devout, unyielding pillar that was Hissrad. But it turned out that the Qun was fallible, and once you caught a glimpse the first crack in the lattice of precariously balanced truths, you began to see them all.
Why not an artist? The Iron Bull was damned good with his hands. It was as good as anything else, and frankly, there were worse ways to eke out a living in the hazy, snow-capped mountains in Ferelden. (Pensions were things that awaited retired servants of the Qun. The Qun took care of its own. Nothing was set aside for someone discharged from service as he was—tal-vashoth—except a one-way plane ticket out of Seheron and a half-hearted assassination attempt on the other side.) No, Bull had spent enough time taking (people) things apart with his hands. Making something with them was a good change of pace.

In the following years, Bull made a life for himself with the assortment of pieces that came out of the little abandoned-studio-turned-workshop he rented on the edge of Haven University campus. The Iron Bull experimented. Paintings with heavy-handed strokes in reds and blacks and oranges depicted the smoke and ripening carnage under the fiery swell of the Seheron sun at high hour. More whimsical watercolours captured dragons in flight and their long, undulating forms and the twilight catching the glint of scales. Sometimes, it wasn’t even a painting, but a careful floral arrangement, or painstakingly etched leather mask in Orlesian style.

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A Miracle of the Everyday


Summary: In which Bull is human, and teaches science, and Dorian is Qunari (or Tal-Vashoth, if you care for distinctions) and teaches magical theory at a high school in Haven.  Or, the story to really put the Alternate into AU.

Tags: alternate universe - modern with magic, alternate universe- modern thedas, high school, teachers, human!Bull, qunari!Dorian, developing relationships, fantasy racism, bar fights, blood and violence, hurt/comfort.

for @hcvillicrd from @littlexabyss

“Kid,” he sighs, and scratches his head with the end of his ballpoint pen, “All the justification in the world isn’t going to stop me giving your ass detention.  You know the rules.  If you’re stupid enough to let me catch you doing it, maybe a detention is going to make you think twice about it in the future.  Grow a brain, huh?”  The young qunari mutters something and shuffles his feet.  Bull’s pen stops on the pad, and he growls, “Didn’t catch that.”

“Nothing, sir.”  But the inflection on the word is too glib, and Bull decides to serve a little education.  He looks down slightly, into the skinny face.  Though the boy cannot be more than fourteen or so, he is almost as tall as Bull, but with gangly limbs not yet at their full potential.  His adult horns have not yet fully grown in either, and though he pulls himself up straighter and puffs out his chest, he is not yet any kind of match for Bull physically. And besides - Bull knows this kid.  He’s a Vashoth, well known amongst the faculty for sarcastic comments and rolled eyes - clever, but a bit of a wiseass.  As Bull continues to stare at him through his one narrowed eye, the young Vashoth swallows nervously and shuffles his feet again.  Bull lets the silence stretch for a little longer, then murmurs softly, his voice full of latent threat, “Really?  Didn’t sound like nothing.  Sounded like don’t have to take orders from some viddathari scum.  That sound like something that’d come out of your mouth?”

The boy’s nostrils flare as he looks up into Bull’s face.  He shakes his head mutely, and Bull grins, asks, “Speak up, wouldja?”
“No, sir.  Sorry, sir.”  The kid’s voice has lost its flippance, and Bull leans back, finishes writing out the detention slip.  
“Give this to your homeroom teacher, Adaar.  I’ll see you in class later.”
“Yes, sir.”  The boy takes the slip meekly enough, and Bull watches him scurry away.  

He hates hall duty.  He wishes he was back in the lab, trying to formulate experiments which are both exciting and curriculum-based.  There is a woeful lack of teachers in Ferelden after the war, and the government had offered attractive packages to teachers from overseas to try and fill the vacancies.  That’s how Bull ended up here - he supposes it’s pretty mercenary, but hell, the pay is good, and the work isn’t too taxing.  But until all the vacancies are filled, there won’t be many opportunities for creating a junior science lesson plan with anything approaching the usual standard of both rigour and entertainment that Bull strives for.  He sighs into the now abandoned hallway, and continues on his rounds.

Finally, it’s lunch.  The day is turning lazily away from the noontime zenith, and Bull yawns over the pile of marking in front of him.  Do your homework next time, he writes on the bottom of the paper in front of him, then sighs.  He hates to see potential wasted, and the kid that wrote this paper has that in spades, but no head for application.  Putting one hand against his stubbly cheek, he leans an elbow on the table, and raises his eyes to find his coffee cup.  

And then, it happens.

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Annum

to @sometrashland from @doozerdoodles You give so much to the fandom with your incredible art,  so have a big sappy holiday fic that tries to hit all of your prompts!  Happy Holidays  <3

Most of the common Yuletide traditions stem from the Southern Chantry’s Satinalia feasts, though parts of the world still embrace the more raucous festivities historically practiced in Antiva and the North. In modern Tevinter, it is not unheard of for high society to throw gala events in the spirit of the old Imperium, but food and gift giving remain the staple activities of Yuletide across modern Thedas and even the Avvar Territories.

*

“Holy shit,” Bull muttered, “Santa is real.”

To his credit, Krem only slightly choked on his mulled wine. It wasn’t the weirdest thing Bull had said to him, probably not even that day. Still, the quiet awe in Bull’s tone sounded a precursor to some kind of trouble. Krem squinted sidelong up at him.

“How do you figure, chief?”

“He got my letter,” Bull said, with the intensity that was typically reserved for the Herald’s Rest on a rowdy Saturday, when the pub’s usual rock and regulars were replaced with EDM and an influx of revellers. Given that they were presently standing in the cozy, cheerful living room of a friend’s flat on Yuletide, Bull’s Target Locked face was a little jarring. Also, the smile was off. It was uneven on one side, bordering on dopey. Krem followed Bull’s gaze across the room, past Sera determinedly attempting to staple sprigs of mistletoe to anything she could, to the doorway where Lissar Lavellan was brushing snow from her scarf and smiling at the handsome man she had in tow-

Who was Tevinter. Krem straightened up a bit. Lavellan was as good as Bull at finding strays, but the posh looking bastard she had with her now was a stretch.  The nose, the moustache, the rings: That was an Altus. How in the hallowed halls of the old gods had she dug up an Altus in the South and convinced him to go to a Yule party?

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Something

by @thejerseydeviledoodleblog​ for @sarahwhat (& @redeemer-headcanon for being a read pinch-hitter)

Summary: In which they play at being a couple for a laugh, and instead, end up spiraling towards something else instead.

The Bull is the most unlikely, but most… appreciated friend that Dorian has made here in the frigid South.

He won’t admit that he finds the Tal-Vashoth’s brand of humor somewhat entertaining, or that he enjoys the way they can snip and argue and yes even exchange somewhat flirty banter, while also retreating back to safer waters where he doesn’t have to consider the way the Bull’s shirts always seem too tight, or that he himself has grown into the habit of making punny rather than witty statements just to see the Bull snigger and—

Ahem.

In short, the Bull is a surprising, generous, and well-appreciated friend.  One of a small, but growing collection of friends, plural, he’s made in Fereldan. They are the sort of friends that makes the cold passably bearable—not that he’ll tell any of them that. Especially the girls; they’d never let him live it down.

But the Bull stands head and shoulders (pun very much intended) above the rest in his sheer generosity and a heart that is far too big to be true, sometimes, but well, here they are. It’s easier to blame the Bull’s big heart for the start of the whole affair, rather than acknowledge the fact that they were spiraling towards the inevitable together.

It starts like this: Dorian’s lease is almost up, and though Lace has been a darling roommate, it seems that she and Krem are rather serious about taking Things a step forward and will risk co-habitation, so she’s going to be gone soon, as will her half of the rent.  

He’s teased her well and truly, and earned enough kicks to his shins to make it maybe not his smartest idea, but so worth it.  However, as they—Dorian, the Bull, Lace and Cremisius, that is—work on packing up her surprisingly few boxes, with the two of them working on sorting out Lace’s Tupperware from Dorian’s, he comes to the sudden, surprising conclusion that his lease will soon be up and he remarks, “Oh, I probably should look for a new roommate, or maybe, find somewhere else to stay.”

Lace glances over at him, incredulous.

“Dorian, I understand that perfectionists procrastinate but this is ridiculous.”

“Oh I’m sure I’ll think of something,” Dorian replies, trying to wave away her concern. “As my freshmen seminar urchins are fond of saying: one cannot expect to adult well all the time.”

That seems to be the Bull’s cue to stick his head and horns into the kitchen door with an unattractive waggle of his brows.

“What’s this about adultery I hear?”

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Reading Kindess in the Tides

For @shae-c-art, who had so many good requests that I had trouble choosing. This is based on the prompt: Sick/Injured with caretaking, and no explicit sex. By @nyagosstar

Summary: Bull’s been visiting Krem in the hospital every day, honestly looking forward to the time when he’s released. Only now, Krem’s got a new roommate, a quiet man who never has any visitors and doesn’t have anywhere to go.

Modern AU, no magic

References to violence and injury, but nothing on screen

Teen audiences and up rating

The scent of industrial cleaner over sickness and people trying too hard to live hits Bull hard as the automatic doors whoosh open. Maybe for most people, the smell wouldn’t be so bad until they were farther into the hospital, but he’s got a good nose, or maybe a bad one, considering all of the gross things he gets to smell. Either way, there’s no mistaking the scent. The Qun and he parted ways a while ago, but there are things he still misses. The way they treated the sick and failing, keeping them comfortable and calm instead of in a too-cold box-like prison.

He shakes off the thoughts and heads for Krem’s room on the third floor. He’s been visiting every day for a week, so some of the staff recognize him, don’t ask him where he’s going or if he needs help, the way they do when they’re not sure if he’s going to cause trouble.

Krem’s awake, propped up a little in bed and watching the television on the far wall. He smiles. “Hey, Chief.”

Bull drops a stack of magazines on the bedside table and sinks into the chair at his side. He looks good, today. Less pale, cheerful smile. Wouldn’t believe looking at him that just five days ago no one knew if he was going to make it another day. That’s the kind of thing that happens when someone ignores abdominal pain until an appendix bursts in the middle of the night. He’d give Krem more shit about it, but honestly, it’s the most scared he’s ever been, hearing Krem’s slurred, panicked voice in the middle of the night, calling him instead of an emergency number. “What’s on the schedule today?”

Krem points with the remote. “Judge shows.”

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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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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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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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