#vaxus trevelyan

[lateforjianghu]

Just look at Vax face. Literally not a thought crossed that mind

While Dorian is thinking of 100 ways he’s gonna shock his amatus

[midnightprelude]

Humble Beginnings, Ch. 2

Fandom: Dragon Age Inquisition Pairing: Dorian Pavus / m!Trevelyan Word Count: ~500 words Rating: T Summary: When Vaxus awakes to a quiet hum and a pounding in his head, the most handsome mage in Haven sees that he's comfortable.

Written as a gift for the delightful @trashwarden!

Read on Ao3 or below the cut!

The blue-tinted pre-dawn sun was filtering through the windows of his cabin, motes of dust sparkling like crushed diamonds in its rays. The quiet hum of a rich baritone caught Vaxus’ ears and he scratched his cheek against the roughspun pillowcase, stretching his legs. Too much movement. Too much light. He closed his eyes again, pulling a thick blanket over his head to block out the sun, groaning as his stomach threatened to rebel against him, yet again.

The humming immediately stopped, as footsteps crossed the creaking wooden floors and Vaxus sighed, drawing the quilt back down past his chin. A man in familiar buckle-adorned robes took the stool beside Vaxus’ bed.

“You’re awake,” Dorian said quietly, concern knitting his brows into a small ‘v’ as he peered into Vax’s half-opened eyes. “Did I disturb you?”

“Why’m I sleeping?” Vaxus grumbled, his throat raspy, a pain behind his eyes beginning to throb.

“Well, where should I begin?” Dorian quirked one of his perfectly sculpted brows. “You fell asleep during a meeting with the War Council - nothing unusual there, really, Cullen was on his typical tirade about trebuchets - but then when you were nudged awake, you… How do I put this delicately?” He tapped his chin lightly, humming to himself. “Ah, well. You expelled a great deal of your breakfast, right onto Chancellor Roderick’s boots. The face he made. Quite similar really, to the look he gives me regularly, but I’ll admit I was mildly entertained.”

Vaxus drooped his head, a sigh escaping his lips on an exhale. “And I had thought I was just getting him to like me.”

“Really?” Dorian chuckled. “I certainly wouldn’t have guessed.”

“No, not really.” Vaxus tried to lift his head from the pillows, but the room was still spinning. “I was trying though.”

“I know,” Dorian’s gaze softened, his lips curling into a slight, warm smile. “You’re always doing that.”

“So you’re taking care of me, then?” Vaxus met his eyes, silver shards, shining like fractals in the morning light. “That’s pretty sweet of you.”

“You misunderstand my intentions.” Dorian flashed a wry smirk, shaking his head. “I am entirely self-interested. You see, if I tend to you, then nobody asks me to venture out into this dreadful Ferelden cold. Completely self-serving.”

“Right,” Vaxus peered up at him, deciding not to press the matter further. If Dorian wanted to pretend he wasn’t kind, that was his business. “What were you singing earlier?”

The flush that rose to Dorian’s cheeks was delightful, brightening his features as his eyes darted between Vaxus. “...I thought you were sleeping . I wouldn’t have if I’d known-”

“It was nice.” Vaxus grunted, sitting up to lean his head against the boards of the headrest. “I liked it. Peaceful.” “It’s an old Tevene lullaby,” Dorian glanced down at his hands. “My nursemaid used to sing it to me when I was ill or upset.”

Vaxus placed his hand on Dorian’s, smiling again, even as the pulse in his head made him wonder if his brains were about to explode. “It helped distract me from whatever’s trying to murder my body from the inside. Would you mind-”

“No,” Dorian murmured, staring at their hands as roosters began to crow outside the cabin. “I wouldn’t at all.”

[lafaiette]

It’s A Deal

Short Dorxus fic for @latefortevinter ‘s birthday! I hope you had a wonderful day! <3

Dorian looked up from little Felix’s soft sleeping face, glaring at his husband.

“An idea?” “Well… yes.” Vaxus’ grin could have lighted up the entirety of Minrathous, but Dorian was too tired and drained to admire his husband’s beauty. His eyebags had eyebags, Maker’s breath.

“I was thinking…”

“You know that’s never a good idea, amatus. Remember the last time we thought something? The Qunari almost invaded the South through elven mirrors.”

Vax’s grin turned into a grimace, but it didn’t last long. It quickly returned, as bright as ever, and Dorian wondered where he kept all that energy, especially after such a long day spent trying to convince a young child not to fuss about food.

“Come on, dear! Hear me out for a sec!”

“Only if you promise to be quiet about it. It took me two hours to convince Felix to go to sleep.”

“And you did an amazing job about it.” Vax pressed a quick peck on his unshaved face. Dorian appreciated the gesture, but he didn’t dare look in a mirror, not yet. He absolutely needed a bath, first. 

“I just thought Felix could use the company of someone his age. A little brother or sister to play and grow up with.” Now the light in Vax’s smile traveled all the way up to his eyes and Dorian had to struggle between the desire to smooch him and the urge to cry.

He didn’t have the strength nor the willpower to face another siege like the one to which he had been subjected today. Dear, sweetest little Felix crying over food, refusing to wear the clothes his Papa had so adoringly bought for him, playing and running like a tornado all around the mansion until night…

Dorian loved his son more than anything else in the world, but two children under the same roof? Two little rascals pulling his mustache, hiding behind the curtains, and smearing chocolate and jam all over the furniture, all while he had to have an eye on them and take care of missives from the magisterium and various threats from different factions? He was not so strong. He would rather face ten Pride demons all at the same time than that.

“Vaxus.” he started, his voice firm while his whole frame shook with sleepiness, exhaustion, and a little bit of betrayal. “Love of my life. At this point, I’m pretty sure you are out of your mind.”

Vax’s sweet eyes widened in surprise, then the tiniest of pouts appeared on his face. 

Oh, no! Dorian thought, readying himself. I won’t let you win this one, mister!

“But…”

“Should I remind you that we are new at this? We never cared for a child before. Most of the time, we have to ask for help or read guides to know what to do.” He sniffed, outraged. “Me, amatus! Reading tips about changing diapers! I can’t recognize myself anymore!”

“But that’s a wonderful thing to do!”

“I know!” Dorian jumped, turning to Felix’s crib. He was still sleeping, as peaceful as a nug, and he let out a relieved sigh before turning to his husband with a frown.

“I know. But I want him to have a good, easy life, amatus, and that’s already hard enough with everything happening in Thedas. He doesn’t need us to make things harder for him.”

Vax frowned, too, but out of confusion instead.

“I believe we would actually make them easier for him. I had a wonderful life with my sister Val and…”

“Because your parents were good parents. Because the world wasn’t as insane as it is right now.” Dorian sighed and touched Felix’s little clenched fist with a finger. “We need to think about what he actually needs. He doesn’t need more complications - and there would surely be more if we tried to bite more than we can chew.”

Vax was quiet for a while. Another dangerous sign, Dorian thought with a sleepy smile. It meant his husband was thinking hard about something.

“Dorian.” His strong, calloused hand touched his shoulder. “Do you fear we won’t be good parents?”

He hesitated for a second, then sighed. 

“You won’t be like your father.” Vax’s voice was softer, now, a whisper carried in the air. “You never will be like him. I can already tell, love.”

Dorian’s eyes glistened with tears for a moment, then he forced them back, not wanting to worry his beloved. He smiled at him, grateful, and Vax smiled back before looking at their son.

“You’re right, two kids might be too much right now. First, let’s learn how to be the very best for our little Felix here.”

“Yes. But…” Dorian gave him an amused, coy smile. “I am not completely against the idea, I hope you know that. I’m all for adopting a bunch of orphans and fill our home with their maddening cries, once we are ready for it.” He rolled his eyes, remembering the Qunari and the Fen’Harel cultists still going around which they needed to take care of. “And once the world decides to be less dangerous and ask for less of our time and blood.”

“Good.” Vax’s smile was blinding and bright again. “It’s a deal, then.”

Dorian snorted, shaking his head with fondness. His hand found his husband’s and he squeezed it tightly. 

“Deal.”

[ephemereon]

a very sweet boy Vaxus for @latefortevinter‘s bday 🎉 🎉 🎉 🎉 !!!!!!!!!! ! Wish you the best !!

[bisexualryder]

This is a wip I’ve worked off and on with for quite a while. I’d hoped to finish it some day, but I’m not sure if or when that will be. So in the mean time, y’all get what I got. The working title for this was always “Vaxwich” ;D

So Ashley Hawke and Isabela get into some smutty mischief and eventually @latefortevinter‘s Vaxus Trevelyan joins the... uhhh, party?

Smut, but probably not as explicit as the Anika/Agar one was :p

“Mmm, you’re right. Those sheets you had in Kirkwall were lumpy rags compared to these.”

Hawke snorted. “Well you don’t have to insult me!”

Isabela shifted around on the bed, rolling to her stomach to look up at Hawke. A wide grin painted across her lips. “Oh, sweet thing,” she cooed. “You’re so feisty today.”

Hawke huffed at her, trying - poorly so - to hide a smile of her own. Isabela flipped over onto her back, wiggling against the soft blanket and tipping her head to look back at Hawke.

“Can we give them a spin?”

A knowing, playful smirk tugged at Hawke’s lips. “A spin? I’m afraid you’ll need to be more specific than that.”

Isabela rolled her eyes, jutting her tongue out at the other woman. “Don’t play coy with me, you know exactly what I mean.”

She hummed in thought, arms folded across her chest as she rocked back and forth on her toes. “And what do we do if the ‘all mighty’ Herald returns from his meeting to find us?”

“I don’t know, ask him to join us?” Isabela shrugged.

Hawke relaxed her arms, dropping her to knees to plant a kiss on Isabela’s chin. “Good enough for me.”

Several minutes and all their clothing later the inevitable did, of course, occur. A low whistle wafted up from the door into the room followed by a gently hummed melody, footfalls even as the Inquisitor ascended the steps to his room.

With her head tucked between Isabela’s legs, Hawke hardly noticed the approaching owner of the room. Her fingers curled over Isabela’s thigh, her only purchase as her tongue worked in overdrive at the Rivaini woman’s clit. Isabela groaned, fingers wound through Hawke’s hair.

“Ashley,” she panted. She wiggled her hips; the other woman didn’t slow. “Hawke!” Her voice came low and rough, in spite of her desire to catch the woman’s attention.

Finally pausing, Hawke let out an annoyed huff, looking up the length of Isabela’s body. The pirate wasn’t looking at her, however. Her brow furrowed as she followed Isabela’s gaze.

“Vaxus,” she squeaked. She then cleared her throat, licking her lips once before offering a cheeky smile.

Isabela leaned back, grinning broadly at him. “My, my, what a pleasant surprise.”

He tipped his head ever so slightly, arching a brow. “Surprise?” He blinked, glancing around. “This is my room…”

“Is it?” Isabela blinked, looking around herself. "So it is!”

Hawke giggled, still nestled between Isabela’s legs. “It’d be an awful shame to waste this opportunity, don’t you think?”

“It, uh…” He stared at them, mouth still hung open.

“He is cute.” Isabela gave him a lecherous grin. She nudged Hawke’s back with her toe, flicking her eyes down to her for just a moment.

She shoot a quick glance at Isabela, but slithered away from her and off the bed. A bright pink had risen up over Vaxus’ cheeks, the color even beginning to dance up to the tips of his ears. Hawke curled her fingers around the sides of his outer jacket, grinning at him. Leaning in for a kiss, she pushed his jacket away and down his arms. Slowly, Vaxus began to help, fingers dancing over buttons and buckles even as he continued to swallow Hawke’s soft moans into his mouth.

Isabela purred from the bed as she watched them, Hawke’s hands roving over Vaxus as piece by piece of clothing fell away. She shifted up onto her knees and tipped her head as she watched, leering at the two as Hawke finished stripping Vaxus down. The kiss broke off with Hawke letting out a girlish giggle, taking one of his hands to pull him closer to the bed with her.

“That’s better,” Isabela cooed. “Now, your turn or my turn first?”

Hawke blinked at her. “For?” she drawled out.

The pirate huffed. “Are you going to blow him first, or me?”

Realization hit Hawke, her face shifting a slight shade of red. “I should have known,” she muttered to herself, then cleared her throat. “Right then. Your idea, you do the honors.”

Vaxus let out an awkward cough, a frown touchinng the corners of his mouth. “I’m right here, you know.”

“Hush and enjoy yourself, sweet thing.” Isabela smirked at him as she shifted in front of him, snagging him in for a kiss first and foremost.

[sanzosin]

Accidental flirt, but not really, but really

sketch commission for @latefortevinter  

[strzygon-x]

Dorian u coward let Vax have beard

@latefortevinter

[aly-the-writer]

For @latefortevinter , using their Vaxus Trevelyan and my Lark Trevelyan for the 🗨 prompts. Set this in the Cousins AU.

Prompt I got was “You were meant to be watching him!”.

NOTE: Some of you may have seen me post this earlier via mobile. For some reason Tumblr isn’t letting me edit it from my computer so I’m reposting it. Sorry for any confusion! Please enjoy! :)

“You were meant to be watching him!” Vaxus exclaimed, eyes widening as he saw that Dorian wasn’t resting in his tent and recovering as he was meant to be but instead had fallen asleep huddled by the fire.

Magic and healing potions could only did so much and Dorian needed rest - proper rest, not this.

They were in one of the Inquisition’s small camps amongst the ruins of the Dales long since overgrown by the forests of the Emerald Graves. It was exploring near this particular stretch of the Orlesian countryside that they’d received the unpleasant surprise of wandering giants.

It had been then that Dorian was hurt.

Vaxus hadn’t seen the signs or realized the danger quickly enough…it was his fault.

Beside Dorian, her eyes fixed on the text Way of the Necromancer, was Vaxus’s younger cousin. The pyromancer had been left in charge of looking after Dorian, she and the altus were fast friends and frequent coconspirators in Skyhold.

Now violet eyes glanced over to Dorian and she frowned some seeing that he’d drifted off where he was propped up.

“He kept trying to go look for you,” she muttered a little defensively as she reached over to adjust the oversized cloak that the other mage was wrapped up in so it wouldn’t fall from his shoulder. “Waiting here for you was the only way he’d stay put at all.”

Vaxus flinched a little under the pyromancer’s gaze. Her lips were pursed tightly as she studied him.

Lark was a year younger. And he still remembered the little girl who had tagged after him and Val when her own brothers were too busy to play. He vaguely wondered if she had lost the naive edge to her gaze before the Circles fell or if that attentiveness had been born from protecting her fellow mages during the war.

Vaxus had left the camp. Driven from Dorian’s side by his own guilt. He couldn’t sit there and watch that potion-induced stillness and the ashen color beneath his lover’s skin.

He had nearly lost Dorian.

To something so simple as a foolish mistake and bad luck.

Vax hadn’t been able to stay.

Not when he was to blame for this.

He could see the way his cousin debated scolding him or prying to see if he was okay in her eyes. Instead, she shook her head slightly and sighed.

With a gentle hand on his shoulder she stirred Dorian from his rest, “Hey, he’s back now. See? Perfectly safe.”

Dorian blinked sluggishly at first before spotting Vax standing at the edge of the firelight.

The worried lines around storm colored eyes softened and some of that tension bled from tightly wound shoulders.

“Amatus,” he smiled a little in greeting.

Too tired for more, and likely the offended scolding for making him worry held off by the potions still.

Vax smiled back - he couldn’t let Dorian worry more.

His cousin stood after tucking a letter soft-edged with rereading into her book. She squeezed his arm as she stepped past Vax on her way to the tent she and Sera would be sharing that night.

“Goodnight you two.”

[trashwarden]

Look at the beautiful dorxus commission I got from amazingly skilled Eva ❤️ I’m constantly in awe at her beautiful art style.

I stopped checking Tumbrl after couple of months, because of that “no images loading/uploading” glitch. But, apparently, it is fixed now. Yay! So here goes some art I’ve made during this time. I’m going to break it into several posts. This one is for Dragon Age stuff.

[drathe]

Dorian and his husband Vaxus Trevelyan for my babe @trashwarden

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[trashwarden]

my shadow dragon rook is the biggest maevaris and dorian fan and i think it’s beautiful

[lateforjianghu]

Used these two picrews for Vax, Dorian and Felix + their bags :D

[midnightprelude]

Humble Beginnings: Ch. 3

Another ficlet for dear @trashwarden!

Fandom: Dragon Age Inquisition

Pairing: Dorian Pavus/Vaxus Trevelyan

Word Count: 500 (each chapter is ~500 words)

Chapters: 3/?

Rating: T

Summary: Vaxus Trevelyan seems rather cheerful about all of this Herald nonsense, until Dorian realizes there might be a bit more to the story.

Read more below the cut or on Ao3!

Vaxus Trevelyan tensed when he slept, the easy smiles replaced with furrowed brows, grimaces, and occasional frightened mumbling. For three days, Dorian studied Vaxus as he recovered from the illness that had been circulating in the camp. Ostensibly, he was supposed to be recording notes of what they’d seen in that Blighted future in Redcliffe, but Dorian’s eyes were inevitably drawn from his notes and back to the Herald’s face.

High, proud cheekbones. A series of deep scars across his right eye. Auburn hair that was too long to be decent, obscuring part of his face and fanning out to drape over the off-white pillows.

He wasn’t the sort of man Dorian usually found himself spending time with; Vaxus was too kind, too jovial, scarred but still smiling.

Not that they were spending time together; the Herald had spent the majority of the past three days sleeping, throwing up, or trying to convince Dorian he was well enough to get back to the business of saving the world after trying to walk through the stove instead of the front door.

Stubborn man. Dorian chuckled to himself, dipping a quill in its ink pot again, trying to recall what he’d intended to write in the first place.

Eyes like crushed sapphires, like waves breaking against the crystal clear shores of the Nocen Sea. Laughter like bellsong, snapping Dorian out of his doldrums and anchoring him in the present.

But in his sleep, Vaxus trembled and tightened, from unseen terrors. The weight he bore on his shoulders and in his palm was heavy enough to flatten a man, but day after day he tried to stand, to keep going for the rest of them.

Dorian sighed, pushing his chair away from the table, wiping away the sweat from Vaxus’ brow with his handkerchief, kneading slow circles into his palm. He silently cursed himself for caring, knowing that it wouldn’t - couldn’t - lead to anything, even if Dorian wanted it to- And did he?

When Vaxus awoke, he wouldn’t remember this moment or the eyes that had studied him for three short days as an artist might study a portrait. No one needed to know that Dorian reached for the Herald’s hand and that it wasn’t only to smooth the wrinkles in his forehead while he slept. No one needed to know about the flock of butterflies that began to stir in his chest, unwanted and uncomfortable and-

Vaxus’ lips curved upward, ever so slightly, his breaths evening once again.

No one needed to know that Dorian, Scion of House Pavus, was dangerously close to falling in love.

[lafaiette]

What He Wants

Happy birthday, @latefortevinter  ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ I hope you had a wonderful day! This little gift of mine was inspired by Dorian constantly repeating he is a Magister in the new comic, something you pointed out ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

After becoming Magister, Dorian became even more self-confident. Vax noticed that slight, but important change, the bright smile on his amatus’  face every time he talked with rude, old Magisters who had never approved of his father’s ideas and who didn’t approve of Dorian’s efforts to change Tevinter; his voice as he proudly repeated his Magister status to the guard or merchant giving them problems; his gentle tone as he reassured the Lucerni, young slaves he and Vax saved, and Soporati people that everything would be alright.

“Don’t worry.” he once told a rather stubborn guard who didn’t want to let Vax enter the library of the Magisterium due to his non-mage status. “I have a permit. From the Archon himself.”

The guard’s eyes widened and Vax turned to him with shock on his face, wondering when, in the name of the Maker’s asscheeks, his amatus had found the time and chance to visit the Archon just to request permission to let his Free Marcher fiancé enter a library.

Dorian took out a piece of paper out of a pocket with a flourish and the guard opened it with a slight tremor of his hand. The poor man was probably used to being around haughty Magisters, but reading something from the Archon was an honor only the luckiest ones were bestowed.

“He can do what he wants.” the paper read and Vax, even looking at it upside down, was able to recognize Dorian’s handwriting.

“It’s... it’s not signed anywhere.” the guard said, narrowing his eyes, doubt creeping into them. And that was how Dorian almost got arrested for forgery, but he was so influential and powerful, despite his young age and the short time he had been in the Magisterium, that nothing came out of it. Still, that simple event showed Vax how strong his lover felt and how ready he was to use that new power to help him and anyone else who might need assistance.

“Move! I am a Magister!” he loved to say every time he and Vax came to the scene of a magic duel or a fight against the Venatori the still inexperienced Lucerni weren’t able to defeat.

“It’s easy, amatus!” he told Vax when he lamented the fact that they couldn’t track down a group of spies that had gone into hiding. “Nothing that a Magister cannot handle.”

He exuded certainty and light, as though the Maker spoke to him every night and told him what to do, what to say to achieve what he wanted and needed. Their efforts started giving results, the Lucerni turned from inexperienced kids into brave young people, the Magisterium watched him with growing respect and fear, the Archon closed both eyes on his weird plans and never-heard-before requests. And Vaxus found himself relying on him even more, not just physically, but also psychologically - Dorian was the arm he still missed, the firm grip that helped him get into bed and hold stuff, the strong fingers that protected and directed, that ordered, but never mortified.

“You’re really enjoying being a Magister.” he told him one night, chuckling, as they lied in bed. Dorian didn’t reply immediately - he looked at the scars on his body in silence for a while, smiling, then said softly: “I enjoy being even more able to help and protect. Especially help and protect you.”

“Dork.” Vax kissed him. “Just don’t try too hard or you will get so good they will have to make you Archon. Just look at what happened to Varric.”

“That wouldn’t be such a bad thing. I would be able to do even more things, stop more Venatori, tell more rude people to fuck off and stop bothering you with inane requests and questions.” He laughed. “If I became the new Divine - that would be a disaster! He cannot be married or have any lovers.”

Vax grinned, rolling on top of him. “As if that would stop you.”

“True.” Dorian closed his eyes, pressing his lips on his amatus’ rough stubble. “Nothing could keep me away from you, not even the Maker and His preposterous rules. I always get what I want.”

“Yes. You’re a Magister, after all. The best one.”

Dorian opened his eyes and smiled wickedly at him, his cheeks red. He was truly an unstoppable force, now, a hurricane of changes and revolution that hit only those who deserved it.

And while Vax lent him the only hand he had, Dorian lent him his confidence and assurance, the belief that, now that he could sit among some of those who had caused his father’s death and the near ruin of a good part of Thedas, things could improve.

[nikashepard]

Commission for @trashwarden by @elidoo (thank you again ♥), Dorian Pavus and Vaxus Trevelyan from Dragon Age: Inquisition, post-Trespasser settings.

Request: “A goodbye hug between Dorian and Vax when the latter goes to hunt Solas down.”

Based on this comic.

Models made from scratch using Genesis 3 as base for both, faces sculpted in ZBrush. Dorian’s clothes and Vaxus’s hood were created in Marvelous Designer, the Inquisitor’s left arm edited in Blender.