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[cuntycheol]

(Teaser) Shadows of Rememberance (K.MG)

Idol!Mingyu x Reincarnated!(afab)Reader

Summary:

In 2016, your first love Mingyu's hardwork and a couple of years worth training finally turns to fruition when he sets to debut the next year and hopes to have you by his side. Difference is he debuts, and he has 12 members beside but no you. 4 years later, smaller in size, you got paws for hands, a tail, and limited time to solve your own death. So how do you exactly get to your boyfriend?

WC: TBD (teaser wc is 500)

Genre: more of like fantasy romance? With a small thriller into it?

Theme: lovers!au(childhood sweethearts) typical idol training au (we do not letting the green room slide by :) ) in the beginning, my style of writing is a bit 2017 :3 , flashbacks and transitions(I'll try to make it less confusing as possible), humor, some murder mystery, angst(major), implied smut (no details) Tsundere!Mingyu but eventually turns a new leaf in attitude, alterated seventeen debut timeline (they debut in 2017 with DWC)

A/N: hello readers, carats and gyuldaengies! This one is for you! Not too long ago, I finished See you in my 19th life and you know the phase where you're unable to get out of a particular fantasy-romance lore for a while! Its basically what inspired me to create this whole Korean setting of sojus and starry nights :) I'm actually enjoying the showcase of my work on tumblr even though it's just the beginning but thank you so much for reading my work and liking it! Unconditional gratitudes 😔💙 here's a small teaser from somewhere, in the fic. Feel free to drop comments/or if you're interested for a tag!

From the twelfth-story vantage point of his dormitory building, Mingyu stood on the balcony, his thoughts mirroring the expanse before him. "Is this how the height felt that day?" he wondered, his gaze drawn to the distant city lights that spread like a sea of stars. Beside him, Wonwoo, his roommate and fellow member, along with Seungkwan, offered silent companionship, their presence a comforting assurance.

"You'll only hurt yourself, so cry as much as your heart has always desired to, Mingyu" Wonwoo's voice, soft and understanding, carried the weight of empathy. The full moon hung in the sky, its luminous glow casting light on the scene below. A subtle shift in the atmosphere seemed to whisper that this was an opportune moment to unburden himself, to relinquish the facade he had worn for so long.

And so, within the embrace of the moon's radiant embrace, Mingyu let his emotions cascade forth. A torrent of feelings, suppressed and concealed behind his persistent smile, surged from the depths of his being. His tears flowed, an uncontainable torrent that mirrored the city's night lights, shimmering with raw vulnerability. Each teardrop he shed resonated within you, a mirror of the emotions you felt, transcending the boundaries of species.

Unbeknownst to Mingyu, the same Calico who had been jumping in and out of the balcony railings, silently witness Mingyu's vulnerability of the misunderstood turmoils he's being put into. He leans on his members, and let the tears paint his pain more vividly than words could.

Your feline instincts yearned to leap across the balcony and into his arms, to nuzzle against him and purr your concerns and comfort him. But the confines of your new existence held you captive. A silent observer.

"Trapped within these fur and paws, I long to bridge the divide, to whisper words of understanding to you, Mingyu" even if you're in your feline form, your heart and mind worked as how it used to when you were a human. But it was this very struggle that fueled my resolve. You couldn't stand idly by, separated from him by a veil of existence. You yearned to show yourself, to bridge the divide that separated our worlds and provide him with the reassurance that he must overcome you. He must live.

Yet, the question of how remained a daunting puzzle. "How could I convey my presence, my empathy, without words or gestures he could perceive in the conventional sense?"

Another glance at Mingyu, your heart beats with a fierce determination. You knew that time was of the essence, that the threads of fate were aligning in a way that demanded action. The moonlit night seemed to hold a promise, a promise that if you could find a way to breach the boundaries that constrained you most certainly could offer him the comfort he so desperately needed. And that's when you muster your courage, in the same moonlit of mystery and determination.

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[nahualnextdoor]

Dark Wood Circus AU WIP (you know the drill, long post)

I was like halfway trough the digital sketch but then my pen died lol

Also, very early sketch:

Ok so this is the (very basic) idea this is based around. (tw suicide mentions)

Jamie (the girl from the Wail of the Banshee story) is the red girl that finds the Circus, and that ends up "joining" (aka being kidnapped by the chairman) at the end. I originally thought on having Six fill this role, as she also serves the purpose of the new girl in town, however I think Jamie fits better, as she's also a kid who got kidnapped by GHOUL. Part of the tragedy of the DWC is that she was a kid with a life and a family, whereas Six's story is that she never had one (in the show she finds them, in this case, not so much), so I think it works best for her to be one of the "Freaks."

Then, there's Luke, as the Blue Beast (Kaito). I'm not very knowledgeble on the revised DWC canon, but according to what I've found, Kaito is a werewolf, and his story is connected to the Moonlight and Black song (one might say that I actually came up with this idea after researching the revised DWC canon, listening to the songs the wiki listed as part of the saga, and going "omg this is so luke watson coded" when I heard MAB, wich inspired my previous Luke drawning and then led me here).

Uhhh, where was I? Oh, right, Luke. In this AU, instead of being kidnapped with his whole family, he's taken away from them alone (also GHOUL is the DWC, and instead of putting the monsters in communities, it puts them in freak shows, kinda like how Otto did in the books, or how Karla Black wanted to with her zoo on the show). I'm undecisive on whether I want it to happen during the Steven Black fight or during his birthday attack; on one hand, the fight is what originally got him to ScSt, and it would be pretty angsty for him to just never go home on a random day after school, his parents never figuring out what happened to him. On the other, it'd also be pretty traumatic for him to be taken away right after he attacked his dad, during his first transformation, and while still uncuncious, his parents watching the whole thing (kind of like what happened with Sue during Invasion of the Normals.)

There's also a thirds possibility that's been spinning around in my head of him running away on his own and then getting in the circus, but I'm also undecisive on this.

Now, the two headed twins, wich are cousins in this case. Resus and Kian would be filling the role of Len and Rin, respectivelly. Resus is the most grounded one, who understand the suffering of the circus, and who sees the pain of those around him, while Kian is blissfully unaware, just like Rin. But are they? It's kind of implied (and even if not, it's my personal headcanon) that Rin only says that the circus is fun and that she enjoys it to avoid punishment, and to convince herself that it's not as painful as it actually is. She has to, otherwise it'd drive her mad and suicidal like Miku. I think something similar can be applied to Kian, specially with the implication that the's sort of aware of what happened to his parents, but never puts 2 and 2 together. I think it's to protect himself, and I think that this behaviour makes him fit perfectly as the Rin head of two.

Next is Luella as the Deformed Diva (Miku). Again, I'm still not really sure of how the revised canon works, but back in my days (aka before Vocaloid Amino in spanish even knew there was a revised canon and novel, even tho it came out in like 2012), Miku was a prisoner her whole life, never knowing happiness or love or compassion, just cruelty as she remained behind metal bars, including those of the Circus. This kind of sounds like Luella to me, as she was born in ScSt and doesn't know the normal world (unlike Jamie or Luke). She's neglected by her mom, doesn't have friends and her relationship with Eeafa is rocky at best (until s2 at least). I think it fits her to be someone who never knew the freedom she longs, to the point where to her, that freedom may as well be death.

Finally, Frankenheart would take on the role of Haku and Neru(?) (or the tall lovers, as I call them). Since they were only created for the MV of the song they literally have no canon story, but that doesn't stop me from making shit up for my AU. As I said before, I think Six, despite also being a new girl in town, is better suited to fill a roll of a Freak, as, like Luella, she was "born" in ScSt and thus doesn't know what the outside is like, wich is the case for Miku, but not for the red girl. Cleo did know what freedom was, but that was so long ago, it as well never have happened. Ever since she became a mummy, she's been handed from GHOUL community to GHOUL community, so for this AU, that means from circus to circus. This would also maker her connect with Luella/Miku, as she was also handed from one prison to another, wich is how they can bond from their pain together.

I don't know the exact circumstances on how or why Six would be created, as I don't think she was built as a weapon to save another dimension here. Maybe she was just built to be a freak? I mean, there's a girl with the body of a goat and some guys who had their heads chopped and stichted together on one body, I don't think it's far fetched that a frankenstein monster exists on this circus. Would Dr. F be doing this on porpuse tho? Maybe. Again, Six's story is that she finds a family and friends when she originally wasn't created to do so, but in this version, that never happens. Maybe she wasn't built as a weapon, but neither as a daughter. If Dr. F. is working on the circus, then their relationship is more similar to how it was at the beggining of S2, and probably darker and/or colder.

Now, for the other parents: I think it'd be way too fucked up if the entire families were here (tho that's kind of what almost happens in the books), so i'd rather just leave the kids parentless. Maybe their parents live in the normal world in this timeline, just living in shadows, avoiding GHOUL for the risk of being put on the circus. At least, this would be true for Resus and Kian (heck, maybe his parents are alive in this timeline, so they loose him instead of him loosing them, wouldn't that be fun?). For Luella, I think Dhalia probably abandoned her, wich is how she ends up with Miku's life situation, going from the prison to the "hospital" where she gets deformed and then to the circus. Finally, for Cleo, she probably hasn't seen either of her parents in ages. Her mom since her toomb was scavanged, and her dad since she got taken to a GHOUL circus. Maybe they were taken together but were separated at one point, who knows. But for the last ten years, she's been on this one Circus.

Finally, for the chairman: Idk. But I do have four candidates, those either being Otto, Karla, Blechard (or whatever that bog fuck was called). and Greystock. First, Greystock and the bog one are the CEOs of GHOUL in the show and the books respectively, so it kind of makes sense? But then again, just how there are many GHOUL communities, each one with a mayor who isn't the CEO, they probably don't run this specific circus. As for Otto, he is the mayor of Scream Street and literally makes it his own freak show in the books, and Karla runs her Zoo of the Weird, so maybe they run the circus together, or he runs it and she's in charge of hunting down more attractions. It could also fit here for Dr. F. to also be working, being in charge of the weird-ening of the freaks. Or maybe she runs the "hospital" separetely, who knows. I think it's interesting to explore the idea of the characters who would run the ccircus, but also part of the creepiness of the DWC is just how mysteryous it is, and how little we know about it, only being implied but never explicitly shown or told (the chairman is literally only shown as a shadow), so I'd also like it to remain a bit vague, and not really get into the logistic of it.

In that case tho, GHOUL probably still needs multiple trackers to search for attractions, so besides Karla, I think Zeal Chillchase may also be here. And maybe, just maybe, he helps the kids escape and change things around like the books, assuming there's a happy ending for them (or fuck it, maybe he's a cold blooded bad boy who blindly follows the system and is doomed by the narrative to commit and suffer attrocities like everyone else lol).

And, uh... Dixon is the bus driver I suposse.

Thank you for listening to my autistic ramblings.

[dreadfutures]

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Today I'm featuring some bite sized fanfics -- mostly from an event I volunteer with called the Dragon Age Drunk Writing Circle @dadrunkwriting:

Drunk Writing Circle is a Friday night event in which writers from all corners of the fandom and the world get together on Tumblr, prompt one another, and write Dragon Age fanfiction in a low stakes, inclusive, and all-around fun environment.

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For now, here are some old favorites from my peers! They are all very small little ficlets hosted right here on tumblr!

In no particular order:

Fanfic

“look at me. you’re gonna be okay.” by @contreparry

Author's note: Here’s some Anders and Merrill blossoming friendship for @dadrunkwriting because I never cared for the canon antagonistic relationship so now I get to play around with it here!

Merrill brings Anders a patient in his clinic!

Fanfic

"you don't have to pretend with me" by @noire-pandora

I have always loved the teasing and camaraderie that Elluin and Solas have <3 Their banter is great and I love noire's writing.

Fanfic

"The comfortable chaos between" by @contreparry

Dorian and Solas rivalry and friendship is some of my favorite content to read. Here they are shooting barbs at each other as they sort through the library.

Fanfic

confessions of a teacher's pet by @shift-shaping

So this is actually a whole SERIES of DWC fills by shift-shaping with Professor!Solas and student!Surana and I ate ALL OF THEM UP as soon as I found them. student/prof is not usually on my menu but I loved every single little bit that shift-shaping wrote. This is one of my favorites, where Surana gives a presentation and Solas meets up with her afterward ;)

@shift-shaping also has several in-universe fics such as THE LIONESS AND THE WOLF (Surana/Solas):

In the foreground of history was Ozeni Adaar, proud leader of the shining Inquisition. Behind her, a former hero and a lost god found solace in each other.

Fanfic

"Anything else?" by @thevikingwoman

OKAY TECHNICALLY this one isn't for DWC but same idea sort of! Viking wrote this for an august writing challenge but all of viking's iwyn/solas modern au stuff just reels me in time after time.

On a solo vacation to fancy Arlathan resort, Iwyn is immediately attracted to the handsome bartender. She decides to be a little selfish.

And there are my recs for this week!

I'm tagging:

@heniareth | @kiastirling-fanfic | @inquisimer | @rosella-writes | @plisuu

@thebookworm0001 | @oopsallmabari | @galadae | @hanhula | @knightdawn

@shift-shaping | @stonebiscuit | @anneapocalypse | @idolsgf | @drakonovisny

[britishsass]

penny for your thoughtes for fanart dona dancing in the DWC au

Sorry this took so long, I couldn't get motivated and when I finally did, I can't recall what her clothes look like.

[Image ID: DWC!Donatello en pointe from a side view. It's a pencil sketch, and a pencil is visible on the left side. End ID]

[scarletgemstone]

psychonauts dwc au headcanons the aquatos

donatalle and Dion are double act sometimes

Dona has different outfits for each show

she gives Lizzie advice

doin and Gisu talk to each other when gristol isn’t looking

Dona’s ticket has a picture of a dancer

Dion’s has a polcaline doll

frazie’s has a pony

frazie and gisu are also a duo act sometimes

Dona keeps a journal

Augustus sometimes supoates the stitches in his mouth to eat and drink

he also has a music box that he hides

Dona has nightmares about losing her family

[swampythesweetsketch]

Do you draw art of the dark woods circus au of NSR?

I drew a little bit! But here’s a new doodle!

[ask-agent-rapzutin-vodello]

Have you checked out the DWC!AU yet? What do you think about it?

Eh, I briefly looked it up. Not long enough to form a opinion about it. But I think all AU's are great in their own right.

[collarful-clover]

AYO UR CHOKING HIM ⁉️⁉️⁉️

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[bluewren]

happy dadwc friday!! I'd love to see Solas & Tali being nerds together over the intersection of magic and device

Heya Ro!!

Cully inspired me to start a Full Metal Alchemist AU. Here's the start of it. Taliesen meets her life long friend at Rush Valley.

With Taliesen & Solas, not lovers (tbh), but really good friends traveling together. for @dadrunkwriting

wc: 1716

The two trudge up a mountainous path, steep stone walkways threatening to take away all their progress made upwards if they are not careful with the steps they take.

Sweat balls up into droplets on Taliesen’s hair, falling and drenching her tanktop. She huffs out at a sigh, as she presses on with more sweat continuing to weigh her down. She wonder if the steel on her automail arm will rust before they reach town.

“We have but a kilometer’s walk left to travel.” Solas pats his companion’s shoulder, continuing to pace himself one step after another, his staff drumming the ground in pace with his movement.

Taliesen watches Solas’s even pace, a downward grimace forming at the ease that he took his strides. Steady with more grace for someone, who is her senior. “Says the one with the walking stick.”

The side of his lips wiggle up into a satisfied smirk. “A tool can multiple purposes.”

"If you're going to continue being smug about it then you should carry me!" She grumbles, cackling and leaping into the air with arms read to hook around Solas. Riding him like he was a rabid donkey.

“L-Lethallan, please!”

Solas scampers off down their path, carefully avoiding any stones that laid on the path. And even more careful to assure that his neck doesn’t crack from supporting the weight of another grown woman on wrapped around him.

It was a valiant effort to keep the two of them on their feet, but it’s a dead weight that he chooses to let sink once their feet is met with more open fields.

He wrestles Tali off his shoulders, letting her crash onto her butt.

“That will be as far as I’ll be carrying you.”

The fallen woman lets out indignant whine on the ground, a pulse rushes beneath the tips of her fingers. She mumbles, “why do you have to ruin my fun?”

“You are grown woman.” Solas furrows his brows, tightening his grip on the staff. “I should not need to carry you along on our journey. Now pick yourself off the ground, we are close to Rush Valley.”

“Hold a moment.” Taliesen scrunches close her eyes to focus her other senses, brushing her middle and ring fingers over the stone ground. Retracing the speedy sensation, she encountered earlier.

“What are you feeling?”

“There’s a geyser below us!”

“Are you certain?” Solas’s composure begins to crumple, hiding the same thirst that Taliesen did. A dried ashy hand reaches out o his friend. “I would prefer not to hope if it’ll be met with disappointment.”

“I’m certain.” Tali nods, she picks a grenade out of her bag.

Following along Taliesen’s actions, Solas twirls his staff. He slams the top side, marked with the transmutation circle, onto the ground. Parting the stone beneath it.

Tali claps her hands together, letting the shivering of the wind gather through her breathing and wind brushing through her hair. She releases it into her explosive, directing the energy of the blast downwards, cracking the earth until it reaches the stream below them.

The ground quakes until a geyser rushes to the clouds. Drenching their cheeks in the crystal clear water, their vigor has been renewed. The two friends splash off the sweat that stuck to their skin.

Once their hygiene needs have been met, Taliesen turns to more mischievous endeavors. She splashes the geyser onto Solas.

Giggling at the now wet pristine shine of his bald head.

“I see you’re not as wise as I first expected.” Solas squints, he lowers the temperature and directs the geyser back in a concentrated jet.

The force of the steam knocks Tali off her feet. Her chest was cold, yet she laughs too hard for her body shiver.

“Do you admit defeat?” Solas looks down with a satisfied smirk.

“Not a chance!” She replies with impish laughter, slamming her palm down to trip her rival with a second shooting geyser.

Water rushes up beneath Solas, lifting him off his feet for a few moments. He drowns in his mumbling before struggling to force back the pillar at Taliesen.

She was ready for the retaliation, transmuting a stone wall to deflect the stream back again and continuing their water fight into the afternoon.

They arrive at Rush Valley before the sun starts to set. The first sign of life since leaving the train station, lively with the clanking of the hammers and sparks of heated metal scatter into the air. The sights of mechanical arms flexing with whole crowds flocking to them.

Taliesen gawks the man with one arm constructed from stainless steel, her reflection on the elbow when she stares. Salivating at the arm, larger and more intricate than her own. Plans to obtain one for her own already shining through her eyes, before Solas plucks the pestering woman away. Liking saving Tali from her own ridiculous antics.

Steaming blooms spout out from smiths dunking their creations into boiling mixtures of oil and water. The sounds of hissing metal attracts the curious pointed ears of Taliesen, causing her rush towards it. The radiating orange heat of the newly forged gauntlet entrances her and dragging her in to inspect every little detail engraved o the metal.

A circle etched onto the top, Solas will likely want to learn of its intended purpose of the individual runes enclosed in it.

Individual knuckles molded into the metal plate, Tali wonders how they related to channeling alchemy through them.

This was one of many creations of this bustling town. A simple step makes the traveling friends forget their fatigue and goal of finding their inn at the city.

Although stars are now high up in the night sky, there is nothing with shining more light than this city with life and heat bursting through the beating heart of furnaces.

“I could explore Rush Valley, all night.” Tali rolls her head to both her sides, open mouthed astonished at every new machine sneered between her eyes.

“As could I?” Solas watches the skittering Taliesen with glee, snorting at the dog-like joy she has for every roadside shop they based. “It is truly a marvel, to see the all the craftsmanship drawn here.”

Even through the endless numbers of automail artistry, there is one that held her attention longest.

One short squat woman, auburn pontail tied back as she works. Would have been the attention of no one. Huddled up in her corner of her stall, most people’s eyes never look down far enough to see the small woman working to the side of them.

It was by a small chance that Taliesen’s eyes turn towards her direction. The short and squat woman huddles close to automail leg, slimming her space efficient silhouette, but this is the most interesting part of her.

Her right leg, automail with tiny claws reaching out to grab her circuits for her to solder wires onto it.

The tinkerer alchemist simply watches those delicate arms work. The sway of the claws is minuscule, yet with enough strength to keep the circuit board in place as the owner pushes a small heated bead of lead onto it.

More surprising, the touch of the engineer’s hands seems more graceful than the tiny claws.

“Impressive work.” Tali presses her automail’s finger onto her lips, swaying her body to gather details on the mechanisms at work.

“Thank you. Having claws have been pretty handy,” The engineer flexes her fingers, giggling for herself.

“How do you control them?” Tali asks, leaning even closer to the automail.

“I would presume alchemy.” Solas joins in on the pondering, lowering onto his knees to inspect the leg’s metal panels further. “Even with an arm’s connection to a body’s nerves, the connection will never be whole. Medium latency and lacking sensation. But perhaps with help with other forces…”

“You are correct!” The tiny claw grabbers are rise up again. “Transmutation Circles control the oil pressure going into the arms.” The claws begin dancing in place. “Delicately tuning the density allows me to have the exact clamping pressure for any component.”

“Incredible!!” Tali squeals with high pitched glee, filling with excitement for the sparkling idea of her invention. “Where does one learn to entangle the alchemy and engineering for such a concept?

“Get out! I’ve asked the same thing.” The small engineer presses a hand onto herself, feeling a laughter threating to push her off the chair. “Definitely wasn’t a Steiner. All you end up getting is bears.” She grimaces and it goes away, “you’re automail looks custom too!”

“This?” Taliesen smirks, patting her left automail arm. Proudly as she did, a permanent memory that reminds her what she still clings onto. “A souvenir from the war.”

“So you served the military, then?” Said in a fading whisper.

“It was this or losing something more valuable.” The response returns in the same tone.

The small engineers huffs a sigh, her smile returning. “Then what’s does the axle on the arm do?”

“It’s meant to cycle through the charges on my bombs,” Tali demonstrates by placing on inside the encasing. “Varying the electrical charge in them. Allowing me to control alchemy and physics in my tools.”

“Wouldn’t carrying bombs, depending on situation lessing the complexity of such a system?” She raises a brow.

“That would mean I’d need to carry more.”

“Fair point! Dagna.” The small engineer gets up to her feet to shake hands, but barely reaching the Alchemist’s belly button. “There’s more to my story, bears can be decent teachers if you know what you’re asking for.”

“Taliesen.” She extends out her hands for Dagna. She has a warm smile for her new friend, curious about the other great ideas locked away behind the brilliant mind.

“It appears, we’ve made a friend. This day has been rather unpredictable.” Solas rejoins his friend.

Tali’s smile was one that didn’t reach her eyes. They were tired, endlessly wandering. Two friends burdened with too many deaths ran with the only hands that didn’t make each feel so cold. For once, the warmth of each other wasn’t their only sustenance.

“Perhaps we should extend our stay for awhile longer.”

“I would like the same.” Solas nods in agreement. “It has been far too long since we’ve had a place that fits us.”

[ace-of-none]

D7 Lizzie from the DWC!AU?

Absolutely!

[nirikeehan]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Cullen Rutherford & Raleigh Samson, Female Inquisitor/Cullen Rutherford, Cullen Rutherford/Female Trevelyan, Raleigh Samson & Female Trevelyan, Female Inquisitor & Raleigh Samson Characters: Cullen Rutherford, Raleigh Samson, Female Inquisitor (Dragon Age), Female Trevelyan (Dragon Age) Additional Tags: The Inquisition loses, Complicated Relationships, Friends to Enemies, Humiliation, Confrontations, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Role Reversal, Prisoner of War, Male Friendship, Alternate Universe - Dark, Moral Ambiguity, Whump, Angst, Lyrium Addiction, weird tension between Thalia and Samson that I did not plan for, Non-Consensual Touching, Samson is a creepy sad sack, and I am very sorry, could be a whole series, with a lot of complaints, Suicide Attempt, Sort Of, this started as a oneshot but now i'm on board for the whole hideous ride, Canon-Typical Violence Summary:

What would happen if the Inquisition lost?

In the nightmare hellscape that ensues, a few dogged survivors pick up the pieces, determined to fight back.

[johaerys-writes]

For @tevivinter​ and @dadrunkwriting​! Thank you so much for the prompt freeeen! <3

You expected angst? Haaaa NOPE! Have a one shot (set in the as- yet- untitled Modern AU me and @oftachancer​ are writing) where my OC Tristan is sick, and Dorian and @oftachancer​‘s OC Aran are trying to make him feel better. Just because oftachancer and I wanted an excuse to write the fluffiest fluff that ever fluffed. Enjoy! :)

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“Fasta vass,” Dorian shivered, stepping into the flat warily. The windows were all open, blustering frigid air pouring through the rooms. He tugged his coat tighter, flicking on the lights and crossing to close them. 

“No!” Aran hissed as he scrambled down the hallway, shutting the overhead lamps off. “You’ll wake him up.” Whispering. Terrified. His copper streaked blond hair a wild tangle. His glasses askew, exhausted eyes wide behind them. 

“What’s happened?” Dorian glanced past him down the hall. “What’s wrong?”

“Shhhh!”

“Pardon me?”

“He’s insane,” Aran pressed his hand to Dorian’s lips as he clung to him. “He’s gone mad. Mad, I tell you. Save yourself! Save me! Maker, if we go now, maybe we can get away before-”

“What in the Void are you talking about?”

“Too hot!” a shout echoed down the hall. 

“What were you thinking- shutting the windows.”

“It’s an ice box in here.” Dorian frowned as Aran scrambled to open the windows again. “You seem fairly unbalanced, I’ll give you that.”

“It’s too hot!” The shout repeated. Tristan’s voice, he was sure, although it sounded ragged. Awful. Dorian padded down the hall despite Aran’s protests and poked his head into the room they shared. Tristan was in the middle of the bed propped up by pillows behind and on either side of him, a mountain of blankets tucked up to his chin. Tissues overflowed a waste bin beside the bed. Little bottles of pills arrayed on the bedside table. Tristan raised bleary, bloodshot eyes, his frown trembling. “Dorian,” he whimpered pitifully as he cuddled deeper into his blankets. “It’s too hot.”

“You’re covered in blankets, Amatus.”

“It’s too cold without them.”

Aran sighed in the doorframe behind him. “Never bloody satisfied.”

“It’s too hot!” Tristan repeated petulantly.

“I opened the windows again,” Aran placated. “Right?”

“I don’t feel good.”

“I know, Tris.” He sighed. “I know.”

“It hurts.”

“I know. But you’ve still got…” he glanced at his watch, “Forty minutes until you can have more meds. Do you want some soup?”

“Saltines.”

“Aye, sure, but wouldn’t you like some soup with the crackers?”

“If I wanted soup, I’d ask for soup!” Tristan snapped, then collapsed into his pillow/blanket cocoon, lip trembling. “I’m sorry.”

“Ugh, don’t be sorry.” Aran climbed onto the bed, stroking his hair back. “I know you feel shite. Are you wanting another cold cloth for your head?”

“Yes.” 

“Right.” Aran kissed his forehead and speared Dorian with a dark look. He’d seen Aran annoyed, frustrated, and tired before. Never all three at once. “You woke him up, you keep him company.” 

Dorian held his tongue as the sprite stalked past him and out the door. He scanned the room again. Dark but for the small nightlight at the side of the bed and the dim light from the nightlight in the hall. “Unwell, are we?” he inquired, though the answer was patently obvious. He sniffed and immediately regretted it. Pungent sweat mixed with burnt sage and the latent remnants of candles. Some attempt by Aran, he could only assume, to at least mask the aforementioned aroma. He’d been gone two weeks. Two weeks. Was it possible to make this much of a shambles of a place in a mere two weeks? He swept a mound of tissues from the nightstand into an overflowing basket. “When was the last time you bathed?”

“You hate me,” Tristan ducked beneath the blankets.

“Good lord.” Dorian shook an empty box of tissues. “How long have you been ill? Since I left?”

A muffled wail rose from the mound of blankets. Dorian listened as Aran ran, sliding in socks, down the hall to catch himself in the doorway.

“What? What happened?”

“Everyone hates me!”

“What did you say to him?” Aran scowled. 

Dorian shook his head, pointing at him, “Take that look off your face right now. I’ve been traveling for two days.”

“Two days? Oh, poor Dorian. Are you sleepy? Was first class passage not comfortable enough for you?” Aran shoved his glasses up to his forehead, catching him by the collar, “Listen to me,” he hissed against Dorian’s ear. “We keep him calm. We get him to sleep. We wait this Voidstorm out. If you get him worked up, I swear by Andraste’s silky undergarments, I will end you.”

Dorian eyed him speculatively. “You need a nap.”

Aran blinked, a surprised laugh cracking out of his throat. He dropped his head to Dorian’s shoulder. “Aye.” The mound of blankets snuffled and wailed again. “When.”

“I can manage.”

“You’ve done wonders so far.” He scrubbed a hand over his face, tiredly. “Tris, why are you crying?”

“I c-c-can’t-“

“This room needs to be fumigated,” Dorian muttered. “And he needs a scrubbing.”

“If you can move him, I’ll even do laundry,” Aran agreed weakly. “Tris, heart of my heart, you’ve got to stop, please. You’re going to give yourself a headache.”

“I’ve already got a headache,” the bed wept.

“Fine, you’re going to give me a headache.” He pulled at his hair as another tortured wail poured forth. 

What had he gotten himself into? Really? They’d seemed like perfectly reasonable humans. A little on the dramatic side, yes, but wonderfully entertaining and intellectual and eager- A breeze sent another gust of frighteningly deadly cold air to Dorian. “You might need to burn the sheets,” Dorian touched his nose with a wince.

Aran snorted, rubbing his eyes. 

“I’ll run a bath, yes? Tristan, we’re taking a bath.” 

"I don't want to take a bath!"

"Irrelevant," Dorian said.

Tristan's petulant frown peeked from underneath the covers. "I said I don't-"

"Curious. I don't remember asking for your opinion, and I have an excellent memory. As you well know." Dorian fixed him with a stern look. "Get up."

Tristan whimpered pitifully. "But it's cold."

Dorian quirked an eyebrow, and Tristan whimpered again, slowly sitting up on the bed. 

"There we go. Much better." Dorian turned to Aran and gave him a wide smile over his shoulder. "See? All that's needed is a firm hand from time to time."

“What?” Aran asked, gazing helplessly between them, “what? I tried- what?”

“And I think we can stand to shut the windows, Aran. Lest we all take ill.” He patted him on the shoulder and got a tired swat for his trouble. He watched Aran slump, his head hanging as he picked up the bin of tissues and trudged back out of the room, muttering to himself. Something vaguely Elvhen, to Dorian’s ear, though who could be sure, really. He crossed the room and shut the windows with a click and a latch, doffing his coat to hang over the high back of the armchair beside them. “Now.” He rolled up his sleeves and turned to find Tristan shivering beside the bed. “You’re in a state, aren’t you?”

Tristan’s lips trembled as he nodded. “I feel terrible.”

“I know.” Dorian helped him up, grunting softly under the weight when Tristan slumped against him. “A bath will be just the thing to lift your spirits.”

“It’s too hot. And too cold,” Tristan groaned, letting Dorian half carry him to the bathroom. "I don’t like baths.”

“You love baths.”

“Not right now, I don’t.”

Dorian let him sit on the edge of the tub, patting him on the shoulder. “You’ll feel much better after it, I assure you. It might help with that mood of yours, too.”

Tristan hugged himself tightly, shivering. “You should take a bath too, then,” he grumbled. 

Dorian scoffed as he turned on the tap, holding his hand under the running water. “My mood is perfectly fine, thank you very much. It will be even better once you stop smelling like a wet dog. How’s the water?”

Tristan’s fever flushed cheeks reddened even more, but he blissfully did as he was told. He dipped his hand in the water, shuddering as he pulled it out. “Too cold.”

“Too cold? Any warmer than that and it’ll boil your skin off,” Dorian said, testing the water again. "I believe it’s just the right temperature.”

“Then you get it in it,” Tristan mumbled, glaring at him under furrowed brows.

“That’s an excellent idea. How about I get in this wonderful bath I’ve prepared and you sit there watching me? I should get something back for all my trouble, yes?”

Tristan pursed his lips stubbornly, his frown getting deeper, but another shiver that ran through him shattered his stern look. Damn him. How he managed to look charming even with oil slicked hair and reeking of week old sweat, Dorian would never know.

“Alright,” Dorian said, turning off the tap. “Stinky clothes come off now.” Tristan grunted, holding his hands up as Dorian tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head. Alabaster skin stretched over tight muscles as he moved, sending a sharp pang of want through Dorian. A pang that turned into a blaze when Tristan got up with difficulty, slowly pushing his sweats and boxers off. And then stood before him in nothing but his nakedness. The blaze was somewhat dampened when Tristan gazed at him with a pitiful expression on his face and trembling like a fish.

Dorian sighed, placing his arm around his waist to help him in the water. “One foot in first. There you go. Then the other. Steady now.”

“It’s c-c-cold,” Tristan whined, shivering in Dorian’s arms, holding on to him for dear life.

“It will get better once you’re in, amatus.” He lowered him down, ignoring his grunts and his protests, as well as the heated glare he shot him once he was fully submerged. “Now, doesn’t that feel wonderful?”

“No,” Tristan grumbled, the water rippling as he shivered. “It’s terrible. It was a terrible idea. If I get worse, it’ll be your fault.”

“I’ll accept full responsibility, then. If you get worse. Which you won’t.” He squeezed some shampoo on his palm, smoothing it on Tristan’s head. He stayed silent for once as Dorian massaged his scalp, working up a lather. 

A soft sound came from the back of Tristan’s throat when Dorian’s fingers brushed just below his ear. “That does feel good.”

“I’ve told you time and time again that I’m usually right, yet you never listen,” Dorian said as he trailed lower, caressing the firm muscles of his neck. 

Tristan hummed, leaning into his touch. “How was the conference?” he asked sleepily.

“Interesting, I suppose,” Dorian replied with a sigh. “Could have used some more panels on metaphysics. But I believe they did the best they could under the circumstances. Most of the researchers from Orlais that’d been invited weren’t able to cross the border.”

“Really? That’s a shame. I know you were looking forward to those discussions.” Tristan’s fingers closed about his wrist, bringing it down to his mouth. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”

Dorian let out a soft chuckle, shivering lightly when Tristan’s lips touched his skin. “You getting better will make me feel better.”

“I know something that can do that.” Tristan smiled, his lips trailing higher up Dorian’s bare forearm. “Why don’t you get in here with me?”

“I’d much rather stay dry, if it’s the same to you,” Dorian replied, although the warm water suddenly looked terribly inviting.  

“No? Not even if I ask nicely?” Tristan’s fingers strayed from his arm, leaving soapy residue behind as they slowly ran down the buttons of his shirt. “Very, very nicely?”

Tristan’s voice, lowering to almost a purr, glided down Dorian’s spine like warmed honey. He playfully swatted Tristan’s hand away, getting up. “Very well. But only because you’ll ruin my clothes if you keep getting soap all over them.”

Tristan smirked, perching his chin on his arm at the edge of the tub to watch him as he unbuttoned his shirt. “I like your clothes,” he sighed. “I like you.”

“Do you, now?” Dorian returned his smirk with a quirked brow, carefully hanging his shirt on a towel peg. “For someone that was wailing in distress only a few moments before, you seem to be doing rather well.”

“That’s because you’re here now.”

Dorian huffed, kicking off his shoes and working his belt open. “Don’t tell Aran that.”

“I won’t tell if you don’t.” Tristan tilted his head to the side, ocean blue eyes roaming over Dorian’s form. “Maker, you’re pretty.”

“Pretty?” Dorian tsked, padding towards him. “I think you can do better than that, amatus.”

Tristan grinned, making room for him to sink behind him in the tub. He leaned against his chest, resting his head in the crook of his neck. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, sighing contentedly, palms smoothing over the curve of Dorian’s knee. “Just bloody beautiful.”

“Thank you,” Dorian said, pressing his finger under Tristan’s chin to bring his lips up to his. “So are you.” He kissed him as they listened to the thump and swish of the washing machine turning on down the hall. He tasted of salt and sweat and agonizingly florid cherry cough syrup with just an edge of elfroot. “Feeling better by the moment, are you?” he murmured against those lips as they parted beneath his own on a moan. 

"Mmhmm." Tristan cupped Dorian's cheek, deepening the kiss. "I missed you," he breathed, pulling him closer. "We both did."

"Did you? I never would have guessed."

"Why not?"

"Not with that welcome I received."

"Doesn't this count as a proper welcome?" Tristan laughed softly, smoothing wet, slick fingers down the side of Dorian's neck. "Aran missed you, too. He's just exhausted. I think I wore him out."

"You don't say."

“I don’t hear screams, so I guess everything is…” Aran paused in the doorway to blink. “Okay?” he finished, gazing at them helplessly. 

"I believe it's more than okay," Dorian said, caressing Tristan's arm. "A warm bath was just what our patient needed, it seems."

"Oh, yes. A bath." Tristan smiled mischievously up at him, then held out his hand. "Come," he told Aran. "Get in."

Aran pushed his glasses that had already started to fog up his forehead to rub his eyes. "Don't think there's enough room."

"There's always room for one more," Dorian winked. "Come."

Aran's smile widened just a hair before melting sideways. "Aye, fine. But you," he said, narrowing his eyes at Tristan, "you'll have to make it up to me for what you put me through."

Tristan rolled his eyes, chuckling. "Just get your arse in here."

The tub was significantly more crammed with one more person there, but the other two didn't seem to mind. Tristan grabbed Aran as soon as he stepped in the water, pulling him flush against him to mouth and bite his neck.

"How am I doing? Hm?" he asked, voice muffled from within Aran's mop of copper curls. "Have I made it up to you yet?"

"Oy!" Aran cackled, splashing water out of the tub as he tried to escape Tristan's grip. "When did you get this strong? Tris! Ah! Stop-"

"Nope. No stopping." Tristan closed his teeth over his earlobe, growling playfully. "I'm hungry."

"Now you're hungry? I asked if you wanted soup before, mate. You almost bit my hand off!"

"Oooh, hand," Tristan breathed, pausing in the midst of his attack. "I like your hands. Give me your hand. I want a bite."

"Nooo!"

Dorian watched in amusement as they twisted and writhed like wolf pups at play. He rested his elbow on the edge of the tub, quirking a brow at them. "Are you two quite done? There won't be any water left if you keep at this."

Tristan leaned back, breathless from laughter, while Aran cocked his head back to glance at him. "Yeah," he said breathlessly, grinning. "We're done." He punched Tristan lightly on the shoulder. "Right?"

"Ow- right. Yes. For now." 

Aran turned around, reaching past Tristan to smooth his palm down Dorian's shoulder. "Fuck, I missed this," he sighed.

"See?" Tristan said, glancing at Dorian. "I told you."

"Told him what?"

"What you were telling me last night," Tristan replied, kissing the side of Aran's head. "Aran had some very strong opinions about your shoulders, Dorian. And your back. And-"

"And your arms," Aran purred, his fingers dancing down his bicep. "Gorgeous. Bloody gorgeous."

Dorian shivered as those long, slender fingers skimmed the inside of his elbow, traced the length of his forearm. Aran leaned his head against Tristan's, gazing at him under heavy lids. "Did you miss us?"

He had missed them, Dorian realised. Both of them. Their presence in his space, energizing and soothing in equal amounts, their playfulness, their witty jokes, the way they gazed at him with tenderness, interest and intent. Two pairs of eyes fixed themselves on him- Tristan's, dark like an ocean under moonlight, heavy lidded and reticent; Aran's, bright and clear like midsummer skies, flecks of copper in them catching the light. Tristan's smooth alabaster skin, Aran's freckled constellations brightened by the ruddy flush that was slowly climbing up his cheeks. Mischief lurking behind their clever smiles. 

"I did," Dorian said softly, tangling his fingers through Aran's when they brushed over his palm. His other hand cupped the back of Tristan's neck, slithering in his damp, pale blonde locks. "I missed you both. Very much."

A brief, lightning quick glance passed between the two before their attention returned to him. Aran's lopsided smile almost matched Tristan's in its cunning. "Aye," he whispered, pulling them both closer, "care to show us just how much?"

[britishsass]

art idea augustus seeing dona in DWC au

Most of the time, I don't think he's allowed to be near her. Nevertheless, he does like to check up on her when he can.

Also, I just realized how the two of them can't communicate like this.