#dorym fluff

[longlivedelusion]

If We We're Everything

Dorian x Orym

@apollosukelele @fairymonk as promised, the morning after the snuggles 🤍 hope you enjoy!

A/N: literally wrote this 20 minutes before the next episode started airing. Barely proofread, but wanted this to get out now now. Hope y'all like my take on this ✨

Warnings: spoilers up till C3 ep111, mentions of world ending stuff and general themes around that (it's C3 c'mon lol)

When Dorian woke up, he expected to be alone. Or maybe, he didn't really know what he expected.

Was the night before a dream? Did he imagine Orym's confession, the soft warmth of his skin pressed against his? The lull of a breath as soothing any lullaby? The smell of Orym, Orym, Orym-

The warmth was still there. The feeling of a body curled against his chest, soft waves threaded through his fingers. He opened his eyes slowly to see the halfling below him, chest rising and falling still in a deep sleep. How rare for him to catch his friend still asleep before him.

His friend. 

Could he just call him that now? What were they? Friends, lovers, partners? He's getting too ahead of himself. As much as he wanted something, everything with Orym, he didn't know what today would bring or what the other even wanted from this. Sure, Orym said he had liked Dorian for a long time, but that doesn't mean he wanted to jump into a relationship persay with him, he-

"I can feel you thinking," Orym said, voice still groggy from sleep.

"I'm sorry, just go back to sleep." He said as he softly began petting Orym's hair back.

"S'okay. Slept longer than usual anyways." Orym nuzzled into the touch before looking up at him with a soft smile. "Hi."

"Hi." Dorian felt his face flush slightly at the eye contact, his insides practically melting at the soft green eyes that peered up at him.

They stayed like that a moment, just looking at each other. The fondness in Orym's gaze making it hard for Dorian to think let alone speak.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Orym said, lulling the silence away.

It took Dorian a moment to think of something coherent to say, and he eventually managed out. "Everything, nothing. Us, the world. Today. You."

Dorian watched as the halfling's face changed into a knowing look, threading his fingers through Dorian's and giving them a gentle squeeze. "It's a lot isn't it?"

"It is," Dorian sighed out. "But this is enough. If all of it goes to hell today, then this will have been enough." The partial truth fell from his lips with ease. 

He felt Orym still beneath him, his tense body drawing Dorian's gaze back down. 

"Orym?" Dorian said, the worry seeping into him. Did he say the wrong thing? Did he-

The softest whisper left Orym's lips, otherwise lost if not for the close distance between them. 

"It's not enough." 

"What do you mean?" Dorian's heart sped up.

Orym's gaze flicked up to his, a slight sadness but determination in his eyes that was not there before. He shifted his body up, their heads now side by side in the pillow. 

"It's not enough." He said more clearly now, eyes fixed on his. "I want more time with you. To take you out on dates, to hold your hand. To show you how I feel without having to rush this."

Dorian's chest tightened, his stomach fluttering.

"I want-" Orym said, his voice near begging as he reaches up to cup Dorian's face, "to kiss you, somewhere beautiful. Somewhere you deserve. Not because the world might end and I might never get the chance to if I don't."

"Orym-" he felt his breath catch, eyes flickering down to the halfling's lips. How could his breath catch? "This is perfect, you're perfect. Just like this."

"You deserve the best, Dorian."

"You already are that," he said, holding Orym's hand to his face. "This, this is so much more than I ever could have imagined. Your touch alone gives my heart a feeling I'd never experienced in my life. And best of all, I get to experience this with you. That's all I care about."

Orym's gaze held true to Dorian's, never wavering. "I still can't believe you feel the same way."

"I do," he said quickly, perhaps a bit too quickly as he realized with a flush. "I do. Feel very much the same." 

Dorian's gaze lowered to the halfling's lips and then up before he spoke again. "I'd really like to kiss you now, if that's alright."

Orym chuckled, the lines by his eyes crinkling slightly as he moved closer, but not quite where he wanted him. "That's more than alright."

Dorian's hand moved to Orym's jaw, fingers threading to the back of his head. His heart felt like a mess of nerves as he leaned forward. For a moment, he felt his nerves creep up, the fact that he'd really only kissed very few people in his life. Never anyone like this, someone he cared so deeply for, who made his skin feel feel alight, who made him feel this desire, this passion, this.

This.

His lips slowly pressed onto Orym's, a sigh escaping his love's lips as he kissed back. 

Dorian's thoughts left his mind. There was nothing but Orym in that moment, Orym's lips against his, the way they moved so slowly against his own, so patiently. He felt his heart beating so fast he swore the others could hear it from the other rooms if they tried. He tasted sweetness and possibility on Orym's lips, of trust and home, and it was so so perfectly Orym. So perfectly everything.

They did not break the spell for some time that morning, not even as life began to breathe into the others, as the smell of breakfast crept under the door. Only as they were forced apart by the sound of knocking from an apologetic Laudna did they break, and they laid their foreheads against one another for support as they caught themselves. Brought themselves back. 

They would make it through this day, if not for more of this. More of everything.

[bread-wizards]

I actually think Dorian and Orym should fight more.

Remember when their slowly building tension over and entire episode (full of passive aggressive remarks and blame throwing) led to threats? And how after, Orym thanked Dorian for handing over the crown sadly because he knew Dorian would be mad at him? And Dorian couldn't even look at him because he was legitimately hurt, thinking Orym was disappointed in him for doing what he thought was right? That was peak.

The fact they went from that to their current closeness and trust is the best part of their entire dynamic. Their relationship was hard fought and still will be. They will fight for it because they respect and care for one another deeply, and their disagreements don't change that, only improve it.

[teaweltzer]

[gracien-maybe]

ok but do guys realize how insufferable dorian is gonna be when he and orym finally get their shit together and confess??? SO many pet names, love ballads, constant doting, we're gonna go from crumbs of content to a whole ass wedding cake i can feel it

[sociallyawkwardfoxwriter]

Tagged by @fonulyn. Thank you, darling! 💙

Rules: Share 9 lines from your writing and tag 9 people!

Enjoy a little snippet from a fluffy thing I'm working on between YOTP fics.

After a few blinks, Dorian groaned and dropped backwards into the grass with his hands covering his face, causing his voice to come out muffled. “You were planning something romantic and I just blurted it out.”

Laughing, he tugged at Dorian's wrists knowing he had no hope of moving them if Dorian didn't allow him to. While Dorian kept them there for a few seconds, he eventually let Orym pull his hands away from his face. He intertwined their fingers together as he tucked against Dorian's side to easily lean over Dorian's face.

“Are you done wallowing?”

��I was not wallowing.”

“You absolutely were.”

“Why would I be wallowing? You love me.”

Tagging @glaciya!

[shrugsinchinese]

May I request for some Dorym fluff in these dark times 🙏

Hope we all get well soon

[zwoftt]

from what i’m clocking from spoilers and recent posts i’d like to just say i’m all for some drama but quite frankly angst stresses me tf out sometimes (especially when it’s two characters i’ve grown to deeply love and want to see happy))

i bet dorian’s speech was absolutely amazing, deepens his character, raises more questions(at least in the group towards dorian), and fleshes out his morals,, but i cannot shake the fact liam/orym looked like crying during it. i mean, it’s only natural sure because orym is in love with dorian and wants to see dorian succeed and be the best version of himself that he could possibly be… but do i think this will make orym fall out of love? i don’t know. and it’s scary. though part of me still has that delusion in thinking that both robbie and liam know what they’re doing and are doing this on purpose so in that case, this mishap WONT cause our boys to fall out of love but i’m so torn. this hurts. dorym has been the biggest slow burn i’ve been following for years. years. i will not be okay for months if they don’t end things on good terms (whether that’s continuing to be pining friends or actually getting together))) at this point i’ll take the yearning friends situation over them failing to communicate and leave each other both sad

what i’m hoping for is that next episode(s) they ACTUALLY talk. one on one, heart to heart. this is literally the perfect setup for liam to swoop in with his skills and get that angsty conversation he’s been edging. orym is misunderstanding dorian, dorian still hasn’t told anyone about his brother getting murdered by the SPIDER QUEEN which is WHY HE DOESNT LIKE THE GODS. they need to talk. they have to. otherwise shit will keep drifting them apart and i know that both dorian and orym do not want that at all. they are in love with each other, and don’t know how to act on it or what to do about it. there is so much going on, so much that is left unsaid and it’s hurting their relationship and it’s KILLING ME. i would say it’s like in exu, that time when they head butted about the crown,,, though now it’s not so simple anymore. they just need to talk about stuff. maybe then orym will fully understand why dorian is so cross with gods… and then in turn dorian can understand why orym is anxious about the way he’s been acting.

looks like a love confession will be an even longer wait…. sigh. we got so much fluff just for it to go south again- my heart is physically breaking on the inside. i cant even remember if this is what it felt like with vaxleth back in the day. this seems a lot worse rn imo ……

i’m still very dorym strong. i believe they can work through this. dorian and orym are being played by super talented actors anyway.

[critter-rarepair-reccs]

Welcome to Critter Rarepair Reccs!

Hey y'all! Welcome to Critter Rarepair Reccs, a recommendation list aimed at fics written for ships that are largely under-represented, appreciated, and loved in our fandom! Now, let's address the elephant in the room first; rarepair is a misnomer here, knowingly. Some of the ships eligible to be recc'ed on this list might not be ones you'd consider a rarepair! So, the more proper welcome would be-

Welcome to Critter Underloved Ship Reccs

For brevity's sake, the URL is staying, though.

Now, it goes without saying, but before we get into the details here, let's get one thing clear: this blog is dedicated to spreading love and appreciation to fanworks and their creators. Ship hate of any kind will not be tolerated and will result in a block.

With that said, let's talk about the criteria for an underloved ship and why we're defining it the way we are.

Definition & Explantion

There is one qualifier for a ship to be eligible for this list: less than 100 fics were written for it and posted to Ao3 during 2023.

We landed on this metric for a couple of reasons. Firstly, it casts a very wide net for pairings while still narrowing the field a fair bit. The gulf of works between flagship pairings, endgame pairings, and some of the larger side/non-canon pairings is significant. Secondly, we wanted to take a look at how the fandom is currently, which is why we pivoted away from using the Wildflower System ( @cr-summer-wildflowers ) of excluding any pairing with more than 500 fics total. There are a number of pairings that were extremely popular at one point in time, but these days get far less love and attention. Let's take Widofjord for example. They have almost a thousand fics total and were in the Top 10 relationship tags for Critical Role on Ao3 for a long time. But last year? Only 27 fics were written for them. They have, functionally, become a rarepair.

So, to be fair to ships that exist in that same, nebulous space, we're looking at totals from last year, not lifetime.

For illustration purposes, here are charts (compiled by the wonderful @spottedenchants ) showing how many fics were written for each PC/PC ship last year.

Ineligible Ships

Which ships, then, don't qualify under that definition? It's not a terribly long list. PC endgame relationships, primarily, a handful of non-canon pairings, and some prospective endgame ships. For simplicity's sake, we'll break them down by campaign.

Campaign 1: Perc'ahlia, Vaxleth, Pikelan, Perc'ildan

Campaign 2: Shadowgast, Beauyasha, Fjorester, Widomauk

Campaign 3: Imodna, Dorym, Ashrym

If one of these pairings is secondary or background to a fic, that's alright! But the fic shouldn't focus or center on them. It's also worth noting that polyamorous ships that include one of these pairs are also alright! Shadowidomauk, for example, only had 61 fics written for it last year, so they're in the clear! The same goes for Dashrym, as another example, as they've only ever had 36 fics written for them.

It is also worth noting all accepted submissions must be respectful of character’s canon sexualities; for example, we will not take fics that feature an M/F pairing of a lesbian character, even if said pairing fits the “rarepair” criteria.

The caveat to the above would be queerplatonic fic! There will be an option on the submission form to specify, to avoid confusion due to Ao3’s lack of a designated QPR relationship tag!

So when does the list open for submissions?

Very soon! February 7th, next Wednesday! The opening theme with be Fluff, and that list will be posted a week later, on Valentine’s Day, February 14th! I hope we’ll see you then! 🩷

[jamieylnn]

"… drei… vier… fünf…" The night was quiet, broken only by Caleb's soft voice, each murmured number paired with the gentle brush of a finger to Essek's cheekbone. A small smile played at the corner of the drow's mouth, violet eyes on blue, though their gaze didn't meet as the human was too busy studying the dusting of freckles that spread across the expanse of Essek's skin. It had been quite some time since they had been able to enjoy relative peace. Their nights together were most frequently spent crowded together in a tiny hut with the rest of their friends, a closeness that Essek had only recently grown used to, or in a room above a noisy tavern that was often shared with another member of the Nein. Tonight had been a rare exception to the rule, their group having stopped in a small, sleepy village with a near empty inn and hardly any nightlife to speak of. With more than enough rooms to go around, Essek and Caleb had been able to be alone for the first time in well over a week. Read more on AO3 here!

(Since I got brave and posted my Dorym fic for anyone to see, I thought I'd blast from the four-years-ago past with my only other thing on AO3. This is from during the hiatus, so it's not really canon compliant. Still, soft fluff from the boys.)

[ladynearthelake]

Fic Master Post

This is a thing people do, yeah? All my fics are up on AO3, but here's a handy list of them all for your enjoyment:

The Witcher

Radskier

never be torn apart 3.7k E

Yennefer asks Jaskier over for an evening of sex. Jaskier insists on bringing Radovid along.

A Great Weight Upon His Head 4.3k G

Radovid remembers a turned back. A dismissal. He remembers stepping forward to follow but holding back because he is no longer welcome. The future he wants burns up before him like the flames that consume Aretuza. A crown rimmed with blood presses heavy on his head. It’s weight tethers him to the darkness. He tries not to dwell on what could have been. So many are depending on him, but he waits. He hopes. The door never opens. The sunlight never pours in. He forgets the touch of it against his skin. For his is king, and that is all he can be.

An Unexpected but Much Anticipated Reunion 4.6k M

With the North in the throes of war, Radovid rides out with his troops to boost morale. He is rewarded with an opportunity to play the dashing hero to someone he never thought he would get to see again.

The Memory of You Lingers Like Our Song 5.7k T

Fifteen years after parting from Jaskier, Radovid has lived a life. After the sudden death of his queen, he travels to the summer palace for some private time. He doesn't expect to run into the bard along the way.

Reminders of You, Pressed into my Skin 3.9k E

Radovid misses Jaskier when he leaves. The bard offers to leave him a reminder.

Together in Song Despite the Distance 3.5k G

A bored prince wanders away from his gilded cage and crosses paths with a bard he's admired for years. Fluff ensues.

Once Upon a Dream 7.5k M

Jaskier is having strange dreams. Is it just his subconscious pining after a certain Redanian prince, or is something more sinister going on?

Fighting Fires 4k M

After Radovid's betrayal, Jaskier wanders the woods searching for Ciri. He finds Rience instead.

Worth 6k T

Radovid may be shackled to the Redanian throne, but he must survive. He needs to prove his worth.

A Lingering Promise of Song 2.3k T

A good-bye and a promise for the future.

Second Verses 2.4k T

This isn't the end of the song. It's only the first verse.

For If Your Goal Be Paradise 6.8k T

Radovid's had it bad for Jaskier since he first heard the bard's songs.

Geraskier

Forever Asking More 5k G

Destiny hasn't stopped making demands of Geralt of Rivia, but someone who matters far more has.

A Very Nice Hat 2.4k

Jaskier laments the loss of his hat.

Ficlet

New Year, New Start 1.3k G

Jaskier contemplates tired metaphors and the start of a new year.

Critical Role

Dorym

Composure 571

Dorian Storm leaves.

Retaliation 3.4k G

Dorian should have realized sooner he was walking in to a trap.

Gray Area 5.1k G

Dorian's past catches up with him.

Promises Kept 3.5k G

Dorian does as he's asked.

Other Fandoms

Pacific Rim - Newmann

Heartless 8k T

Confronted with a choice, Newt gives up something precious for the chance to be with Hermann

Lonesome Series 3.5k G

Newt wakes up in a room. He doesn't remember anything but his name, at least at first...

Good Omens - Ineffable Husbands

Tokens of Gingerbread 15k G

Two stories centering around giving gingerbread as a favor to a loved one.

Final Fantasy 7

One Last Time 789 G

Jessie muses on what comes next.

[longlivedelusion]

hiiii I really love your ashrym fic 🥺 they're so perfectly written that it like actually hurtssss. I was wondering if you'd been open to maybe writing a dorym fic? not sure if you do that pairing but id love like an angsty fic turned comforting at the end? just cause with all the new stuff that's gone on, and how dorians not really opening up as much as he used to with orym (and now braius!)

so yeah like whatever you want with that, just want someone to write my sweet bois cause i miss them 😭

Thank you so much!! 🥹 My friend, I am a Dorym truther. I love Ashrym, don't get me wrong, but I was more Ashrym early campaign. Now, especially having watched EXU, I get it. I get it. (Will always love me a little Ashrym tho)

I love this request though! Happy to oblige ~ It's just a quick little something, but hope you enjoy nonetheless <3

SPOILERS AHEAD UNTIL LIKE EP 101 OF CAMPAIGN 3 <3 you've been warned.

The Distance Between Us (Dorian x Orym)

Angsty, hurt/comfort vibes. Nice ending.

Warnings: mention of grief, death, insecurities. Spoilers up until cr3 ep 101

Orym nearly crash landed into a tree, the force of the sudden teleportation spell from Essek causing the Hells to shoot across this new space. He grunted, slowly pushing himself up as his fists sunk into snow below him.

The air around them was cold, colder than it had been in Aeor where they were moments before. He felt the soreness in this muscles as he pushed himself up, a reminder of the battles they'd just had. A Greater Demon, Ludinus, the fall of Aeor… gods. And a new apparent member of their group, as a 6-foot minotaur now stood and shook off the snow like it was nothing. Orym stood, turning to see his friends all paired off already, trying to figure out where they were, what the hell just happened.

After quickly assessing the area and seeing no dangers, he looked to Fearne. He watched as she blinked her eyes up at the Teven, Champion of Hells, held out his hand for her. Unsure of his presence but also clearly enjoying his attentions, she grabbed his hand and stood up, wiping the snow off her dress.

Ashton was not too far off, their eyes darting between the two while they huffed up. Crossing their arms, they sizing up the new members. Essek looked exhausted, and slightly overwhelmed by the new information. Imogen was right beside him as Laudna creeped behind. Unsure.

And then Braius. With Dorian.

He watched as the minotaur reached down to help the air genasi up, with such a force that their chests collided on impact. There were awkward laughs, some flirtatious eyes and a large hand still settled on the lower back to steady Dorian. Fingers teetering on the edge of chiffon.

Hands that easily fit, bodies that easily fit. A better fit, perhaps for Dorian.

He shook his head, trying to let go of the insecurities. They barely knew each other and truthfully it didn't matter. It'd never work out anyways.

Orym's body grew colder than before, the chills settling into his very bones. But he knew the temperature hadn't changed.

He made his way to the group, aiming for Fearne as he sidled up beside her with his arms crossed. One thing at a time.

“So… what the hell is this contract?”

After a series of arguments and discussions about the fact that Fearne was now contracted to the Lord of the Hells, and that we also had another follower of said Lord of Hells now in our midst. That the weight of everything we'd just seen shedding new light on the gods changed things. We eventually settled on the fact that this would need to be discussed further with the Tempest, with everyone else.

So they now all settled around the Essek's magical hut, each separated to process everything. Too much had happened and too much had been seen.

Orym’s own body was worn, not just from the physicality of what had just happened, but the emotional toll it had taken on him and his friends. He could see the guilt lined on Chetney’s face, the heaviness of his shoulders bearing down at whatever he had seen in his vision. A lot of the group had been shown things that played on their insecurity, according to Teven, but none of them took it as hard as Chetney seemed to. Or Dorian.

He looked to his old friend, the deep creases in his brow a new sight. At least, as of late. He was curled over his knees, sat on the ground. Alone. Deep in thought.

Before it would have been easy to go up to him, talk him through whatever he was going through. Hell, Dorian might've come to him even first. But this was before Dorian left. Before he came back and looked like a shell of who he was, empty smiles and hollow eyes that became the new normal. He hadn't relied on Orym since his return, not really. Not truly opening up, despite their attempts to talk and reconnect. It felt awkward and strange and Orym didn’t know what to do.

He could leave him be, let him work out his things. Or, he could push his own insecurity aside and…

“Hey.”

Dorian’s eyes looked up at the soft sound, sending him a tired, tense smile. “Hey.”

“Mind if I sit?” Orym gestured to the space beside him.

Dorian nodded, his arms reaching up as he stretched his back and legs out. “Of course.”

Orym sat down, far enough away but still close enough so that they could talk without being overheard by the group. He looked up, Dorian's tired features looming over. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“Talk about what?” Dorian said, his voice taking on an air of innocence.

“Whatever. What happened in there, before, anything.”

Dorian just gave off a charming smile, not even making eye contact as his hand quickly grasped Orym’s shoulder and dropping back into his lap. “It’s nothing important really, don’t worry about me. How about you, you ok?”

Orym sighed. “I’m fine. I’m more worried about you.”

“I’m ok Orym. Really.” He kept the charming smile, but noticed Dorian's hands tighten and flex.

Orym made a point to look at his hands. “Yeah?”

Dorian's hands quickly moved up and behind his head, trying to play it off. “Yeah, absolutely. Thanks for checking in though.”

The two sat in silence for a time, small whispers and wind the only sounds filling the space. Orym’s mind drifted, filling with memories of the past of his time with Fearne and Dorian. Curled together on their travels, the ease of which they told each other things, looking out for each other. Then everything happened with Opal, and the gods, and his brother… It made the distance between them seem like an ocean. He didn’t know how to bridge the gap, had struggled to since he'd returned. If he was the one meant to even anymore. No matter how much he wanted to be.

“I know it’s been… a lot. There’s so much going on and we’ve barely had a chance to breathe. I know I’m the one who asked you to come here, and this is my fault that you got caught in this but... I wanna be there for you Dorian. I wanna help you if I can. Please, let me help you.” Orym’s voice came out breathy, desperate. Similar to the voice he had the last time he sent a message on the sending stone.

Dorian spinned to face him, his face now open in shock. "Orym, no, I-" He sighed, his shoulders slumping forward. “I don’t know how I feel. Angry? Confused? Helpless?" He paused, words caught in his throat. "They had a chance to destroy them, to end the war, to leave and they-“

The halfling reached over, a comforting hand tentatively touching his knee. Dorian’s shoulders began to shake as he leaned his head forward further to cover his face. Orym's grip tightened as he listened.

“It’s the god’s faults. They did this. They had a chance to leave, to stop their siblings, but they just stayed. And now because of that Opal is controlled by the Spider Queen, Fy’ra probably too, and Cyrus- Cyrus is dead. He’s dead. Because of them.”

Orym didn’t know what to say. He knew grief, the earth shattering loss, knew his own confusion with the gods, but... He also knew how he had been helped by some of them as well. He couldn’t condemn them all for their mistakes, for the good they've done. And would Ludinus still have done and been who he was had there not been gods?

“This is all really confusing. It’s a lot.” Orym said, voice more resolute. “I don’t know what the right answer is after all of this, since it’s something that’s not so black and white. At least, I think. No matter how much as we want it to be. But we will figure it out Dorian, we’ll find a way to make this right. Or as right as we can.”

He looked up to Orym then, his eyes slightly bloodshot from tears but fierce. He could see the hint of anger, devastation, uncertainty. Stains marking down his skin, carrying down his neck. Orym wanted to reach out, so badly to wipe away his pain.

“I don’t know what’s right anymore.” Dorian said, his voice raspy yet the lull was still music to his ears. To hear him speak at all, to hear him be open with him again.

Orym reached up then, insecurities be damned as he wiped away his friend’s tears making the genasi stiffened slightly. “We’ll figure it out.”

Just as Orym was about to pull his hand away he felt a large blue hand encompass his own. Dorian’s eyes met his and he felt his body both warm and freeze in place at that moment. He watched those harsh blue eyes now soften, as Dorian whispered out. “I’ve missed you Orym, truly.”

Orym’s heart was beating so fast, a steady drum against his chest as he swallowed his nerves down. He couldn’t find the words in that moment. All he felt was Dorian’s hand curl around his own. He felt as it was pulled away and down to the ground beside them. Dorian's fingers slowly unfurling before Orym held them back, keeping him in place.

It felt like a dance, seeing who would let go first.

The Halfling struggled a moment, his voice getting caught in his throat as he gazed upon this man. This man he...

“I’m glad you’re here. So glad." Orym choked out. "Even if this all goes to shit, I’m just- I’ve missed you too. So much.”

[standbyyourmantis]

1, 20 & 30!

1. How many words have you written this year?

224,776 on AO3. I have a few thousand more tucked away in WIPs right now. Not a significant amount but we're definitely over 225k.

10. What work was the quickest to write?

Hm. So, from just sheer WPM probably Kiss Me? The whole thing took about 6 weeks and it's over 86k, 90k if you count the extra scene for chapter 11 which I do because it was meant to be in the main story I just didn't want to change the rating. Actual speed of concept to here's a fic, I wrote chapter one of I Made My Own Bed (And Now I Must Lie) as a standalone fic in response to a Tumblr ask over about an hour during a boring meeting. I added chapter 2 later, but yeah. Either that or Fluff Fics For Your Nerves which was five ficlets in six hours and a sixth the next morning so that there was fluff in the tag the day after everyone fucking died.

(I just realized you didn't ask for 10 but I put those links in there so I'm leaving it and you get a free extra answer)

20. Which work of yours have you reread the most?

I literally don't know if I can answer that. If we're strictly going in 2022, probably A Prize To Be Won because I am pretty proud of how that turned out. There's a couple things I keep wanting to change but I do think it's reasonably close to the perfect version of itself in that I achieved everything I wanted to achieve with it. I also accidentally made up a fanon of halflings having proportionally thicker dicks and of Dorian having a sweat kink that I am so pleased everybody else just ran with but also sometimes leaves me questioning my life choices. So yeah. Probably that one. I do go back and read individual scenes from Kiss Me on occasion though.

30. Biggest surprise while writing this year?

I know you know this story already, but my biggest surprise is a) that I am writing at all and b) that it's Dorym.

I didn't write at all in 2021, I did one thing in 2020 and one thing in 2019. Only five things in 2018. I had pretty much given up on writing recreationally, but I was reading a lot of Widomauk fic as C2 wrapped up and really wanted to get into writing again as C3 was taking off. A friend of mine accidentally (?) got me interested in Dorym by sending me cute fanart and when I was trying to think about what to write I really wanted to write Widomauk but the only idea for a fic I had was based on the movie "Marry Me" which I probably could have done Widomauk but it felt more Dorym so I posted about it and got two whole positive responses about doing the Dorym fic and still had no ideas about Widomauk so I wrote Kiss Me And Smile For Me (which is a stupid title and I wish I'd thought five whole minutes before doing it) and it was surprisingly well received. And anyway now I'm here. Talking about my 225k of Dorym in five months. Because I couldn't think of a Widomauk fic idea.

[dorym-prompts]

Prompt: Dorian has been composing a song about his friends and telling their tale. When he begins to write about Orym, he struggles with keeping the tone neutral, not making him out to be a hero he's clearly in love with.

[aster-rain]

aster’s ao3 masterpost

attack on titan

jearmin:

bruised hearts and broken bodies ~ college/modern au, 56k, rated m

when darkness shines brightest ~ fantasy/vampire au, 36k, rated e

in shades of red and gold ~ modern/fake relationship au, 11k, rated t

where the little blue lights dance ~ 90’s/ghost hunting au, 6.8k, rated t

evergreen ~ canon universe, non-traditional a/b/o dynamics, 6.1k, rated e

jikupiku:

the secrets we keep ~ canon compliant, 1.5k, rated t

save me a slice ~ canon compliant, 1.4k, rated g

tethered souls ~ reincarnation au, 1.5k, rated m

a lesson in obedience ~ modern au/pwp, 5.5k, rated e

mikahisu:

forelsket ~ zombie apocalypse au, 2.5k, rated t

flicker ~ fantasy au/pwp, 1.8k, rated e

critical role

dorym:

not goodbye ~ slight canon divergence, 3.3k, rated g

all our little mercies ~ fix-it fic for c3e33, 1.4k, rated t

haikyuu!!

aktsk:

anonymous ~ dating app au, 18k, rated e

make you behave ~ band au, genderswap, pwp, 3.4k, rated e

bakt:

red colored rose ~ criminal au/dark fic, 3.5k, rated e

birthday cake ~ post-time skip/pwp, 3.3k, rated e

kiyoyachi:

by tomorrow ~ supernatural/paranormal au, mcd, 8.9k, rated t

krtsk:

home invasions and other frustrations ~ blind date au, 15.5k rated m

distractions ~ post-time skip/pwp, 1.8k, rated e

maybe, maybe ~ domestic fluff, 1.2k, rated t

you’re insufferable (but i like you anyway) ~ roommates au, 4.6k, rated t

i’ll keep you in mind, from time to time ~ college au, angst, 17.2k, rated e

be still my foolish heart ~ post-time skip, in vino veritas/wedding shenanigans, 15.4k, rated m

[sociallyawkwardfoxwriter]

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M, Multi Fandom: Critical Role (Web Series) Relationships: Orym/Dorian Storm/Will | Orym's Spouse, Orym/Dorian Storm, Orym/Will | Orym's Spouse (Critical Role), Dorian Storm/Will | Orym's Spouse Characters: Dorian Storm, Orym (Critical Role), Will | Orym's Spouse (Critical Role) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Long-Distance Relationship, Texting, Fluff, Love, Married Life, Conversations, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Cuddling & Snuggling

Summary: It's hard for Dorian to be away on tour while his husbands remain home for the Jrusar FC season, but they make sure to keep connected. They text and call and send videos. Even though he misses them, he never has to doubt that they love and support him.

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“Don't forget your ring.”

“There is no universe where I forget my ring.” He slipped his finger into the ring that Will held up, then adjusted it to sit more comfortably at the same time he kissed Will's cheek. “I was cleaning it, so it's nice and pretty for all the photos they're going to snap when I get to the skyport. Shouldn't you be mentally preparing for preseason training?”

“How do you expect me to mentally prepare when you're leaving us for so long?”

“I would be saying the same thing to you when the season starts.”

[fia-bonkginya]

For the Dorym prompts, maybe a drabble about their feelings on visiting a whole new continent? Maybe how Orym feels far away from home but Dorian is grateful he is away from his own?

(established relationship this time just because sometimes i want to write some fluff and comfort!)

"It's strange," Orym said one night, a couple months into their time in Jrusar, his hands behind his head and his eyes on the ceiling.

"What is?" Dorian asked, rolling over to more easily look at him.

Orym swept his arms above his head in an all-encompassing gesture. "Being here. This place, it's... it's starting to feel familiar." Dropping his arms, Orym turned his head, smiling at Dorian. "I didn't think it would."

Dorian pushed himself up on his elbow, matching the smile. "It's kind of nice," he said, "seeing this side of the place."

Orym hummed in acknowledgement. "I do... I do miss Zephrah, though. Sometimes."

"That's your home," Dorian said, voice soft. "Of course you miss it."

"Guess so," Orym admitted, rolling onto his back again. "The geography helps, though. It's not the same mountain, but the clouds are the same, and the winds are the same."

"Up in the sky where you belong," Dorian teased, nudging Orym with his shoulder.

"Where we both belong," Orym said with a smile, and Dorian laughed.

They were quiet, for a moment, lying in the darkness together, and then Dorian spoke up again, "It's odd for me, too. Being back here, it's bringing up some memories."

"It feels like a small miracle that we haven't encountered anyone you knew," Orym admitted, "and it's one that I'll gladly take."

Dorian huffed out a laugh. "Yeah," he agreed, "I feel like I'm looking for people around every corner, sometimes."

"It's ironic, really," Orym said, turning to smirk at him. "I'd rather be home, and here we are, in the home you ran away from."

"It's never easy for us, is it?" Dorian laughed, the sound more genuine this time. "We'll get you home," he said, reaching out a hand to rest it on Orym's cheek. "We'll complete our mission, and we'll make sure you can see Zephrah again."

Orym laid his own hand on top of Dorian's, smiling. "Maybe it can be home for both of us," he said, voice soft.

"Wherever you are," Dorian said, leaning in, "is where I'm home."