#dorian pavus fic

[asparklethatisblue]

Five years ago @hattedhedgehog and I wrote a Dragon Age fic that was mostly an exploration of Qunari and Tal Vashoth culture, as well as non birth family groups.

I’m still incredibly proud of that fic, and of Tama, the leader of those Tal Vashoth

You can read it here!

[thechildofmythal]

Cullen: *in his office in the morning, attaching his armor piece by piece*

Josephine, Dorian, Vivienne and Leliana: *enter*

Cullen: Uh, good morning? Have you heard of knocking?

Vivienne: Deepest apologies, my dear Commander, but we need to talk about the Orlesian dignitaries who are visiting later today.

Cullen: Can we talk about it a little later? I haven’t had breakfast yet. *fidgets nervously*

Josephine: It won’t take long, Commander.

Leliana: And besides we know you don’t eat breakfast. *eyes suspiciously*

Cullen: *furiously trying to think of something*

Vivienne: The good ambassador has told me that you have refused the dinner invitation and the request to show our guests the barracks.

Cullen: I honestly have work to do, and have no time to be parading around nobles.

Dorian: Do you hear something weird?

Cullen: All I hear is the open door behind you.

Vivienne: But these nobles have deep interest in warfare and you made quite the impact on them at the Winter Palace!

Josephine: And they could be persuaded into sponsoring - I hear something too. Is there a bird upstairs? We really should renovate your roof, Commander.

Leliana: No that is the sound of water. Is someone using your privy upstairs, Commander? *eyebrow lift*

Dorian: *smug grin*

Cullen: *blush* I, uh, I’m sure you’re just hearing noise from outside.

Upstairs: *sound of door opening, steps on the floor, rummaging*

Cullen: *urgently* You know we could continue this discussion at your office, Josephine?

Upstairs: Did you say something, vhenan?

Josephine, Dorian, Vivienne and Leliana: *look at each other and then at Cullen*

Cullen: *covers his face with his hand* No.

Upstairs: No? Well I know you’re not much of a morning person, so fine. Have you seen my trousers?

Vivienne: *about to say something*

Leliana: *stabs Vivienne with her elbow to shut her up*

Dorian: *delighted grin*

Josephine: *having the time of her life*

Cullen: *kicks said trousers from the floor to behind his desk* I don’t know but I definitely think you should stay upstairs for a bit longer.

Upstairs: Oh are you coming back up here? Did you change your mind, Mr. ”I can’t possibly go again yet?”

Cullen: No, no!

Upstairs: Well I suppose twice last night and once this morning is quite a lot.

Dorian: *silent applaud at Cullen*

The ladies: *looking at Cullen from head to toe with very approving nods*

Cullen: Maker’s breath, you’ll be the death of me.

Inquisitor: *slides down the ladder in a flurry of bare legs, wearing no trousers*

Vivienne: Good morning, your worship.

Josephine: I hope you had an invigorating night.

Leliana: And an energising morning.

Dorian: How many times was it for you?

Cullen: Never you mind. *throws the Inquisitor her trousers*

Inquisitor: Six. *catches trousers*

Cullen: *groans and facepalms*

Leliana: Nothing to be embarrassed about, Commander!

Josephine: Six? And three? That’s… amazing.

Dorian: Hell yes it is. *offer to high five with Cullen, switches to the Inquisitor when he doesn’t*

Inquisitor: *high fives Dorian and pulls on trousers* You know you could have said there was someone here.

Cullen: I tried to tell you not to come downstairs.

Inquisitor: Oh I did come downstairs, that was the first one of six, remember?

Cullen: *mortified*

Dorian: *absolutely pissing his pants*

Inquisitor: Anyway, I’ll let you talk about whatever you’re here for.

Vivienne: Oh we wanted to talk to you about the visiting dignitaries too-

Inquisitor: See you in the evening, Cullen, byeee *flees through the open door*

Cullen: I knew everything was going too well for me.

Josephine and Vivienne: *proceed to bombard Cullen with boring questions and duties*

Leliana and Dorian: *continue to insert a lot of double entendres*

[sixpomseeds]

rereading some favorites and giggling into my pillow like a true connoisseur

“You've given me the best of you, but now I need the rest of you” by Smallobjects

[doriansbutt]

my boys 🥰

[justjasper]

Trick or treat! Dorian/Bull if you’re feeling it? :)

Dorian stands in the mouth of the tent, the warmth and quiet from within to his front, the chill and revelry to his back. The Bull sits within, methodically undoing his leg brace.

“Your absence has been noted,” Dorian says. He stands on the threshold, a decision to be made for the night to come – an inconsequential thing in the grand scheme of this grand adventure, but a decision none the less.

His choice is made when the Bull looks to him, smile crooked and inviting. Dorian steps forward and lets the tent flap close heavily behind him.

“The boys will be fine without me,” the Bull says, “more or less.”

Dorian hums thoughtfully, bending to unbuckle each of his boots so he can slip of of them. The Bull goes back to his brace, but Dorian would be a fool to think he’s not still being watched. He makes a show of it, of course – undoing the clasps and buckles of his outfit with purpose.

“Of course, this has nothing to do with them telling ghost stories, hm?”

The Bull pauses – and it’s a heavy thing, because it is so deliberate, that the Bull lets him see the reaction to this, that he doesn’t hide it. Hissrad, he thinks. A thing more and more untrue between them.

“Not feeling it,” the Bull says, as he leans back against the blankets and pillows strewn about. He does not say it’s been a month since we walked in the Fade. He does not say I did not see spiders. He does not say madness, or temptation.

“Perhaps I can inspire you to feel something else,” Dorian says, as he comes to straddle the Bull, taking his place in his lap. The Bull spreads his huge hands across his back, easing him down to kiss him.

“Now that I’m into, big guy.”

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[lethendralis-paints]

Had an awesome opportunity to paint a fic illustration for @cypheroftyr. This one features Dorian, Fenris, Leto (Fenris's au twin who became the Tevinter archon) and Anders, having some difficult conversations over dinner. Loved bringing this scene to life!

[sewerpigeonart]

“You sent me ahead, and then you didn’t follow. For a moment I was certain you weren’t going to. I thought I’d lost you.”

“Dorian…” His golden gaze burned like the setting sun as he brought a hand to his cheek, an intimate gesture, meaningful—Dorian was still getting used to those kinds of touches. “I will always make my way back to you.”

The words carried a breathtaking weight, and for a moment Dorian had trouble getting his bearings. Then he laughed sadly. “Pretty words, amatus, but due to the nature of our predicament I’m not so sure you’re in a position to be making such promises.”

“Hold on to that faith you said you had in me.”

[elvhenfaer]

I’m writing a banquet chapter and I wanted to create a visual representation of what Dorian will be wearing in said chapter.

P.S. yes, Amheotil is going to lose his damn mind.

[uchidachi]

I wrote FIVE fics for the @black-emporium-exchange this year!

Magelight - Nathaniel Howe/Velanna, M, 2k: Velanna comes to Nathaniel’s room in the keep to agree to start a relationship with him. At three AM.

A Voice on the Line - Fenris/Dorian Pavus, T, 2.6k: The sending crystal that Dorian gave the Inquisitor is stolen by Venatori, and then a deep and mysterious voice comes on the line. Dorian has to keep him talking, or his life may be in danger.

Crowning Glory - Josephine Montilyet/Cassandra Pentaghast, G, 2.5k: Cassandra remembers when she was little, and her mother would brush her hair…

A Good Judge of Character - Gen, G, 1.8k: Davrin and Assan encounter Grey Warden Carver unexpectedly while on a mission in the Emerald Graves.

The Alamarri Falcon - Lucanis Dellamorte/Neve Gallus, T, 2k: Of all the offices in all the cities in all of Thedas, he had to walk into Neve’s

(Also, you should go visit the entire collection, this was such a good year for rare pairs!!)

[blarrghe]

Rating: M | Category: M/M | Words: 57 707 | Chapters 27/29

Read from the beginning

Summary: 

When Magister Dorian Pavus' expedition meets unexpectedly with a clan of unhappy Dalish elves, First Taren Lavellan may be the unhappiest among them. Unhappier still to be put to the task of helping to see his quest through. This is the tale of how a fortnight in the forests of the Free Marches can change everything.

Chapter 27: A Promise Made

Snippet: 

The paths of the forest opened before Taren like easy green curtains. The wind was with them, the weather too. Dark clouds sat heavy in the distance, but above them the skies were but a misty grey. The morning damp and fog lifted into a shady humidity beneath the cover of the trees, calling the insects to bite, but the way was clear. They followed the line of the cliff’s edge back to the point where the buried entrance of the ruin had collapsed, and then on towards the east, where hunters and horses should have been coming around in full circle to meet them. Progress was swift, easy, and in the correct direction. 

It didn’t make any sense. 

At midday Taren conferred with Aldheraen, asking him to etch their marks into the trees before they marched on. They should have come upon the hunters’ tracks by now. The Imperial highway’s rubble of an overgrown road was not far off. They should already have come upon their men, their horses. 

Taren listened to the air, still and quiet. He sent up a flare of bright magic as the sun began to set. 

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[ciellafanfic]

We're All Wet

By Ciella

Relationship: Zevran Arainai/Dorian Pavus

Summary: A gift for SheenaWilde for the Black Emporium gift exchange.

Zevran is not a very good bodyguard, and his latest attempt to save Dorian's life has gotten them into an unusual situtation.

"Explain to me again how soaking ourselves in a cistern is the best way to hide from assassins," Dorian hissed at Zevran quietly. Even his low voice seemed to echo loudly through the stone corridor.

Leliana had sent the Antivan to foil an assassination plot she'd uncovered. But since his arrival, Dorian had spent far more time narrowly avoiding death than he had being saved from it. Most recently, he'd spent the last hour or so running through the streets of Vyrantium at night after his palanquin had been attacked. His so-called protector had eventually pulled both of them into an open cistern where they now stood chest-deep in cold water, waiting for… something. Dorian wasn't sure how one was supposed to tell if assassins were still chasing you or not, but at this point, he was simply hoping they wouldn't have to spend all night in here.

"I certainly wouldn't think to look for you in here," Zevran responded casually, doing his best to keep his voice soft. "What kind of magister would hide in a cistern? It's not very magisterial, is it?"

Dorian gave him a sour look.

"You're not a very good bodyguard, are you?"

Water splashed as Zevran brought his hand to his chest as if wounded.

"Surely you cannot mean that, my friend. Have I not defended your wellbeing valiantly?"

Dorian took a deep breath through his teeth as the elf finally managed to hit his very last nerve.

"In the last month, I have been poisoned, shot at with arrows, had a woman attempt to garrotte me with a clothesline, and have had not one but two demons sent to me in bottles of wine. And now, after running for my life from yet another attack, you drag me down here, for who knows how long, where I am freezing and… and… wet !"

He tried controlling his voice as much as possible, but he'd definitely been too loud. If the assassins did find them down here, Dorian did not look forward to needing to fight them while wading through someone's drinking water.

"Yes, well, if you recall, I did manage to eliminate most of the perpetrators in those attacks. Also, you are very much still alive. Considering my skills lie more in killing than in saving, I would say I'm doing quite well."

Dorian groaned in frustration and wiped his hand across his face.

"Come now, my friend," Zevran, putting a hand on Dorian's shoulder. "Such a beautiful man should not look so depressed."

Dorian looked down at Zevran's hand and then back at the man.

"Must you do that?" Dorian asked, more defeated than anything.

"Do what?" Zevran responded, all innocence.

If being a poor bodyguard weren't bad enough, the man was an incorrigible flirt. It was charming at first. But then Dorian realized that he did it with quite literally everyone. Granted, Dorian had a tendency to do the same, but he at least had the decency not to look at all of his flirt-ees as if he were ready to jump on top of them right then and there. There had been more than a few times in the past month where Dorian had needed to picture distinctly non-sexual things, such as Corypheus or his great aunt Cordelia, in an attempt to cool himself down after one of Zevran's more enticing innuendos. In most situations, the chilly water they were currently submerged in should have been all he needed, but now Zevran was touching him…

"That," Dorian said, gesturing to all of Zevran. "The flirting and the touches and the… Implications."

Zevran's smile became suddenly predatory as he stepped closer to Dorian.

"And which implications would those be?" he asked.

Dorian took a small step back from him.

"You know very well what I'm talking about," he said, trying not to look directly at Zevran's rather stunning amber eyes but also trying not to look as if he were not looking. "The flirting."

"Ha," Zevran said, his smile turning genuine for a moment. He took another step toward Dorian. "You flirt better than I do most times, which is saying something, considering I'm Antivan. They teach us the art as children, you know."

"Yes," Dorian said, taking another step back. How did someone nearly a head shorter than him manage to feel so intimidating? "But at least I have the decency not to imply that it's something more than flirting."

"Ah, but what if it is something more than flirting? I would think that you would want to imply that, no? For decency's sake?"

Zevran put his hand on Dorian's chest, moving his shirt slightly so that a finger brushed over his bare skin. Dorian shivered. The water was quite cold.

Dorian went to take another step back, but his heel hit a wall behind him, and he realized he'd put himself between a rock and a hard place. He tried not to consider which one was the hard place…

"One would think," he said weakly, "that if it was something… more… that after a month of–"

Dorian cut off sharply as a voice echoed through the cistern.

"Check in here!"

Before Dorian could react, Zevran grabbed his shirt and pulled him under the water. Dorian's heart raced as he floated there beneath the surface, Zevran practically on top of him. He could feel panic begin to rise. Between the attempt on his life, Zevran being… Zevran… and now possibly being found out, he found himself at some limit he hadn't realized he'd had. He was going to need to jump out of the water. He didn't have enough air. His chest was tight, and he could barely see and–

Zevran's lips crushing into his should have been a shock. And it was. But rather than making him even more eager to shoot out of the water, they seemed to have the opposite effect. The kiss was passionate and warm, and he needed more of it. He felt Zevran's legs wrap around his waist, and Dorian pulled him closer. They floated there for… he wasn't sure how long. But all Dorian could feel was Zevran's lips pushing at his own. His tongue slipped through the barrier of his lips, and Dorian found himself trying to navigate, holding his breath as his mouth filled with chill water and Zevran's very needy tongue.

Eventually, there was no putting it off. Dorian had to push himself up, out of the water. A difficult task considering that Zevran was still attached to him. He sucked in air with a gasp while a barely out-of-breath Zevran smiled down at him. They both just stared at each other for a moment. Dorian was listening intently for whoever they'd heard a moment ago. Zevran didn't seem to care all that much if a group of assassins was currently making their way towards them. He truly was a horrible bodyguard.

"I don't hear anyone," Dorian said, his eyes still trained on Zevran's.

"That is quite the shame," he said with his predatory smile. "They are going to miss an outstanding show."

Zevran leaned back down to press his lips against Dorian's again.

[hellomehlo]

We're BACK with more!

(because I can't get enough of our infuriatingly beautiful, complicated, multi-layered egg man)

Thank you for the love on my last one! <3

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Sugar & Spice

Solas' penchant for fancy Orlesian desserts is taken advantage of.

aka Solas discovers how down bad he actually is.

Words: 2,473

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[thechildofmythal]

Inquisitor: (Minding her business)

Dorian: Inquisitor! What are you doing here?!

Inquisitor: Uh minding my own business?

Dorian: NO

Inquisitor: No?

Dorian: We need to GO! You need to come with me right now!

Inquisitor: Maker’s breath what’s going on? Is someone hurt? Are we under attack?

Dorian: No, nothing like that but you need to come with me! Come on!

Inquisitor: What in the world? Why can’t you tell me?

Dorian: There’s no time, you might miss it!

Inquisitor: Miss what?

Dorian: Since when have you been so obstinate? Let’s put it this way: if you found out about it later and that I didn’t come and get you, you’d want to punish me for it, and despite what you may think I’m not into that.

Inquisitor: …

Dorian: COME ON!

Inquisitor: FINE I’M COMING

[ Dorian drags the Inquisitor to the battlements to look down at the Skyhold training area. A handful of Inquisition officers are sparring there - with none other than Commander Cullen, wearing his boots, trousers and a loose undershirt, wielding a training sword against two of his officers. ]

Dorian: What did I tell you?

Inquisitor: You are a good friend, Dorian.

Dorian: Best. Best friend.

Inquisitor: You are my best friend, Dorian. Oh heavens, is he taking - oh he took his shirt off.

Dorian: Can you stand?

Inquisitor: No guarantees.

Dorian: You look like you feel this man in your ovaries.

Inquisitor: That’s… that’s an excellent way of putting it, Dorian.

Dorian: Oh, I think he noticed you.

Inquisitor: Us.

Dorian: Hmm?

Inquisitor: He noticed us. You’re here too.

Dorian: Darling, if I had ovaries I’d want to make babies with him too, I mean, look at him.

Inquisitor: Yeah. I am looking at him.

Dorian: Did he just pour water on himself? He did that on purpose.

Inquisitor: That’s it. I’m done. My brain is gone. Nothing but ovaries now.

[blarfkey]

Fandom: Dragon Age

Pairing: Dorian/Solas

Rating: M

Summary: Solas needed a new room assignment. Desperately. Dorian Pavus is the most obnoxious, arrogant jackass Solas has had the displeasure to meet, and that includes his family. But that’s not even the worst part about it.

AKA the prequel to Dear Fen'Harel

Tags: College AU/Modern AU, Roommates, Angst, Doomed Romance, underage sex (off screen) underage drinking, drug use, reckless behavior, enemies to friends to lovers, doomed romance

[heylavellan]

Happy Friday! "I wish I could just reach out and hold your hand, but I'm scared you'd pull away." for Dorian/Inquisitor?

@dadrunkwriting

aaa i rly like this!! felt that i could make this almost pouty a bit so i hope u enjoy!! fic under the cut.

the little things

words: 575

rating: t

notes: elwyn uses he/they <3. mention of smoking, set in herald's rest. approximately post adamant. theyre an established couple, but are still getting used to being one!

Drinking with Dorian was too much when he was so close to him yet out of reach. It always ended up with him getting lost in his thoughts imagining what he could be doing with the mage instead of the present. So after a drink or two, Elwyn politely excused himself for fresh air and to smoke a bit.

A few moments later, Dorian followed, taking up his side. He kept a respectable gap between them.

After a deep draw on his pipe, he scowled. This was incredibly stupid. They were adults and they honestly should be acting like it. "I don't understand you sometimes. You don't want to impinge on my virtue as the Inquisitor, but you follow me out here. You refuse to sit next to me, yet you continue to flirt with me. Fucking shems," he complained.

Between the puffs of smoke, Dorian looked incredibly conflicted. "I usually am pretty receptive to feedback and criticism. I also am very good at fulfilling requests," he responded, though his voice lacked its usual delight in ribbing him.

A pit formed in his stomach as he considered he took that delight away. Lavellan shouldn't have brought it up. "Forget it," he snapped, before taking another shaky puff of his pipe.

"I wish you would talk to me, amatus," Dorian quivered. Uncertainty looked foreign on him. For a person so used to being in control of himself, losing control gave the mage a sense of desperation about him.

A few deep breaths, to steady their voice. "I wish I could just reach out and hold your hand more than anything. But I'm scared you'll pull away. Elgar'nan, you still won't let me kiss you anywhere that isn't one of our rooms or a private corner," Elwyn explained. The world felt too big in that moment, so he hugged his chest. Really, he wanted to be talking about this anywhere except outside the Herald's Rest. The Inquisitor certainly deserved some privacy in his love life.

"I know things are different in Tevinter but I want people to know I am in love with you. Dorian Pavus, the most irritating altus I know," he huffed out before putting out his pipe. Elwyn should really just turn in for the night. Dorian could talk with someone about it over drinks and then deal with this tomorrow.

Instead, Dorian grabbed his wrist and pulled him back, tugged close to his chest. "Fasta vass, amatus. I want that. I just thought... Nevermind what I thought. As long as we don't become horribly sappy, I won't pull away. Not from the man I love," he soothed, grabbing Elwyn's face. Smooth thumbs ran over his cheeks, tracing the branches of his vallaslin.

He needed to scream. Maybe cry. There was too much energy inside him all of a sudden. "Please kiss me and then buy me a drink, or I might explode," he muttered instead, prying one of the hands off his cheek to hold it in his own.

Dorian's charming laugh mingled into his mouth as he pulled Elwyn in for a deep and sensual kiss. Some poor passerby dropped their tankard, but Elwyn could hardly care. Right now he wasn't the Inquisitor. Once they caught their breath, Dorian led the two of them inside, where they reconvened with their friends. The two of them had a much more comfortable evening, with arms slung around each other and quick pecks exchanged whenever it took their fancy.

[justjasper]

Trick or Treat! Adoribull :3

It's boring an awful lot of the time, and that's the only issue Dorian has with his work. It's not that he minds pouring over tomes, making sheet after sheet of notes, interpreting tricky dead dialects – Maker knows it's important work, but what he wouldn't do for some excitement once in a while. A fire, a cursed books, even a rogue raven would do to liven up the day sometimes. This important work has been so frustratingly slow of late, making no real progress to show to the Inquisitor. She's understanding, but he can feel the weight of expectation, and every day he doesn't have something helpful is another day of useless stalling in their quest to defeat Corypheus.

A familiar sound greets him, sending a little thrill through him. He keeps looking at his text and not at the place where the Bull will appear in just a moment, the sound of his deliberate footfalls on the stairs. More and more he's been making his way here during the day, giving Dorian a welcome reprieve from tedium and a chance for a spirited debate, a good laugh, and perhaps a little flirt.

“Hey,” the Bull says, must be settled against the bookcase. Dorian finishes writing his note, a few last words before he looks up.

“Come to be a nuisance?” he says without heat. The Bull's shoulders huff in a laugh, and he tosses a small box to Dorian.

“Sure.”

The box – which he caught one handed and the Bull definitely noticed – is plum purple with gold edges, about the size and shape of a decent book, and rattles slightly.

“Chocolates? You think this'll get me into your bed faster?”

“Worth a shot.”

“Well, it entirely depends on what kind of chocolate it is.”

He opens the box to reveal beautiful, delicate chocolates – Antivan, quite obviously.

“They're liqueurs,” the Bull says. “Thought you'd like them.”

Dorian picks one at random and pops it into his mouth.

“Filched them off lady Josephine, did you?”

“She was gonna keep them, but she owed me a favour. Thought it'd make the research a little nicer.”

“Mm, they are good.” Dorian proffers the box to the Bull. “But the last time I ate an entire box of chocolates to myself I deeply regretted it.”

“You could just save them, make them last.”

“Ah, but they're always there, tempting me.” He shakes the box again, so the Bull comes closer to pick one out, and eats it in two surprisingly delicate bites. He licks his lips free of a trace of caramel and Dorian tries not to consider it temptation.

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