#dorian pavus fic

[tiiracotta]

I participated in Dragon Age Big Bang 2024 as an artist for a lovely modern AU Adoribull fic 'time will change you' by @slothpoe!

[mogwaei]

headcanon: they all got fried silly in the Forbidden Oasis. Or maybe this was just an excuse to draw them all shirtless. sorry varric and dorian lol

[perplexingly]

I kinda, just want to see what Anders ships fic writers have to offer so my ao3 filters are getting a bit out of hand lol

[trulycertain]

The Hinterlands, Day 247.

Dorian: "...You can't be serious."

Gal, shrugging: "It needs doing."

Dorian: "I'm sure it does, but..."

Cassandra: "By the Herald?"

Dorian, muttering: "...Kaffas, when was the last time anyone gave this druffalo a bath?"

Cassandra: "Before it was lost, I assume."

Dorian: "Yes, this was absolutely what I came South for. I lay in my silk robe, by hot springs, dreaming of that weird grassy smell and the faint waft of..."

Cassandra: "Dorian? Shut up."

[Some. Time. Later.]

Dorian: "Do you think they'll have this in the local myths? The history books? 'Ah, remember when the Herald of Andraste gave back me druffalo'..."

Gal: "...That you trying a Fereldan accent?"

Dorian: "I hadn't actually intended to, but I suppose there was rather a tinge of - "

Sera, instantly: "'Muahaha, ooo, look at my shiny silks and my big staff...'"

Dorian: "We do not sound like... All right, Aurelius always sounded like that. It was why he never got invited to parties."

[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!

[zerosconsort]

Zero's Fic Binding - Exit Light

Exit Light by Dragonflies_and_Katydids (@dragonflies-and-katydids)

Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition

Ship: Iron Bull/Dorian Pavus/Cullen Rutherford

Start Date: 9/13/24

End Date: 9/30/24

Pages: 225

First book bind I'm actually giving to another human. This fic is one of my best friend's favorites - and I found I really liked it too.

Crazy how purple the book cloth looks in photos. It's a DARK navy in person, so the tower and the title POP - but the lightning looks CRAZY cool. It's reflective - the effect is much easier to see in the standing spine photo

The tower is a HUGE theme in this fic - and a good chunk of the story revolves around the fight to not climb up to the top of it and find an alternative way down. I kept that theme for the whole book. The author had quotes at the beginning of every chapter, so those I've pulled out and formatted within the stonework for each chapter headers.

The header for the chapter with the climax of the story is the only header where you see the top of the wall…

Bondage is also a bit of a theme in the fic, ho ho, so there are a few knots and ropes for the page breaks.

Trim for this fucking book was fire. Headbands were also ON FUCKIING POINT.

This book has a sister - it's less attractive, darker sister - for my personal library. I'm so glad I did a trial run. With how small I originally cut everything, the scale of the entire cover was so off that i needed to redo it. AND it cut really horribly because of how small (and complicated) the image was. The color change and the castle angle updated for the real cover is - in my opinion - a great fucking improvement.

Noted to me for next time - this font, dude? Again? REalLy??

Go read Exit Light, and eat through everything Dragonflies has written. They deserve all of those sweet kudos!

[abyssal-ilk]

Isn't Vivienne homophobic towards Dorian? Why would they be friends??

no. vivienne has never been homophobic towards dorian. you might me misremembering this interaction:

... where vivienne defends dorian to someone who wrote to her from tevinter. otherwise i have zero idea where you would of even gotten this idea from.

if you did just want to pick reasons why they wouldn't be friends, you could of brought up the fact that dorian just. called her a whore in another piece of banter.

or the many little snipes and jibes they send each others way while talking. but vivienne being homophobic towards dorian is like. not supported anywhere in any sort of canon whatsoever.

[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*

[teamdilf]

Dorian & Solas pretty please?

Here's a snippet from the third chapter of Humbling a God, which explores the weeks Dorian and Solas were fighting together in Minrathous!

He helps Solas over to his bedroll by the fireplace - unlit, because they can’t risk drawing notice, and a healer comes by, offering Solas a potion, which he stares at with distrust. 

Sighing, he takes the potion from Solas, uncorks it, gives it a sniff, finding a perfectly benign elfroot-based healing potion, takes a swig, and then hands it back to him. “It would be against our best interests to poison you, on account of your willingness to take an ass-kicking to protect the city.” Nodding, Solas tips the flask back and then sets it down on the ground beside the bedroll. He hesitates before offering to help Solas undress, considering it may be less awkward to leave it to Tarquin to help before deciding that Solas is liable to be more comfortable with someone he knows. 

Even so, Solas refuses, reminding him that the man is as hard-headed as they come, leaving him with the privilege of watching Solas slowly remove his own armour and then clean and bandage the puncture wounds on his leg. “You won’t be much good in a fight tomorrow so the Viper may want to pick your brain to figure out a strategy to take down the archdemon.”

“I am amenable to such a conversation but will be perfectly fine to fight come morning.” He opens his mouth to protest, but before he can get the words out, Solas says, “I was a war machine for ages upon ages. Pain is familiar and inconsequential.” 

He digs his nails into the palm of his hand to distract from the sudden onset of emotion because it wouldn’t do to cry over his best friend’s ex-boyfriend. “Iris would hate hearing you say that,” he says quietly. 

“That is why I say it to you and not to her.”

[bucket-fucker]

filed under: things that make me cry if i think about them for more than 30 seconds

[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 🥰

[midmorninggrey]

Banters between Dorian Pavus and Celeste Trevelyan, the Herald of Andraste.

Celeste: Uh. Dorian. How do you sleep at night?

Dorian: Rather poorly, if you must know. The thing they've put on my bed and called a mattress is stuffed with actual horsehair.

Celeste: No. I mean, like, after what we saw.

Dorian: Oh. That.

Dorian: That I drown in copious amounts of drink. I'm afraid I can't recommend it to someone of your delicate age.

Celeste: I don’t like the taste anyway.

Dorian: Herald, after you summon up your charming friends, have you ever considered putting a damper on your mana surge?

Celeste: No.

Dorian: I thought as much. Your ricochet is easy enough for me to counter, obviously, but it does become tedious to untangle our spells after every volley.

Celeste: Um. You could stand farther away.

Dorian: Ah. Brilliant solution.

Celeste: My mom died fighting Darkspawn.

Dorian: Yes, I’d heard that. I’m very sorry.

Celeste: I mean, I’m really sorry about Felix. I liked him.

Dorian: Thank you. I liked him too.

Celeste: Um. Dorian. I have a question – about magic.

Dorian: Lucky for you, here I am.

Celeste: Okay.

Dorian: What was your question?

Celeste: I was, like, thinking about the Anaxas Formula, and, like, the time thing, and I was wondering if a temporal rift could be used as kind of, like, a condenser for necrotic energy. Like, taking into account spiritual drift. And, uh, do you think that could be contained with a modified barrier?

Dorian: The Anaxas Formula? Don’t tell me you’ve been basing your spells off of that old gem.

Celeste: It works.

Dorian: Yes, I suppose, if your goal is to perform Nevarran parlor tricks.

Dorian: Remind me to show you a diagram of the Vadis theory when we return to Skyhold. It’s far more comprehensive.

[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.”