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greyvvardenfell · 3 years

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ohoHO @dierosenrot i fear you’ve opened pandora’s box here because like,,,, i’m gonna do this for Everyone (in my canon universes) with our lovely bog boy so. buckle up.

name one (1) singer, and match their songs to your favorite fictional couples (your own creations or another writers), then pass it on.

reyja north x julian devorak: work song

My babe would never fret none About what my hands and my body done If the Lord don't forgive me I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me

otheron indero x nazali satrinava: to noisemaking (sing)

I couldn't hope to know that song or know its words Wouldn't claim to feel the same we felt the first time it was heard And I couldn't name that feeling carried in that voice Was it that or just the act of makin' noise that brought you joy?

kodori yazakh x nadia satrinava: be

Be as you've always been (Lover, be good to me) Be like the love that discovered the sin (Lover, be good to me) That freed the first man and will do so again And, lover, be good to me (Lover, be good to me)

amalia grace sydgården x valerius: dinner & diatribes

Your friends are a fate that befell me Hell is the talking type I'd suffer Hell if you’d tell me What you'd do to me tonight

skylar trevelyan x lucio: from eden

Babe There's something tragic about you Something so magic about you Don't you agree? Babe There's something lonesome about you Something so wholesome about you Get closer to me

@ollioxenfreee

balam maitreya x portia devorak x nahara satrinava: NFWMB

Give your heart and soul to charity 'Cause the rest of you The best of you Honey, belongs to me

@atypicalacademic

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reydis brosca x zevran arainai: like real people do

I knew that look, dear: eyes always seeking Was there in someone that dug long ago So I will not ask you why you were creeping In some sad way, I already know

adam hawke x fenris: arsonist’s lullaby

When I was a man, I thought it ended When I knew love's perfect ache But my peace has always depended On all the ashes in my wake All you have is your fire And the place you need to reach Don't you ever tame your demons But always keep them on a leash

jakariel lavellan x dorian pavus x the iron bull: jackie and wilson

She blows out of nowhere, a roman candle of the wild Laughing her way through my feeble disguise No other version of me I would rather be tonight And Lord, she found me just in time 'Cause with my mid-youth crisis all said and done I need to be youthfully felt 'cause, God, I never felt young

hesra adaar x merrill alerion: wasteland, baby!

All the things yet to come are the things that have passed Like the holding of hands, like the breaking of glass Like the bonfire that burns, that all words in the fight fell to

Wasteland, baby I'm in love, I'm in love with you

#oh andrew thank you for your contribution to the world of ship songs #and also just. like. in general #and thank you rosie for Knowing that i would do the fuck out of this #i could probably do it with ben folds/ben folds five too but his songs fit better for individual people than ships #woo here come the tags #otp: over and over again into oblivion #(reyja and julian)#otp: savoring every ounce of sunlight #(thero and nazali)#otp: all you need is someone to trust #(yaz and nadia)#otp: love looking like diamonds #(mali and valerius)#otp: the gold to my silver #(reydis and zev)#otp: what you can and can't do #(adam and fenris)#ot3: playing with dragonfire #(jak dorian and bull)#otp: highest powers in lonely hours #(hesra and merrill)#(which is also the debut of their ship name because i just thought of it lol)#(it's from a savage garden song)#rey does tag memes

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ollifree · 3 years

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30 OTP Questions - Fanari/Solas

1. Who is the most affectionate?

Fanari’s mistaken to be because she’s more open about seeking it, but they’re on even ground.

2. Big spoon/Little spoon?

Fanari/Solas

3. Most common argument?

“Solas I love you, but I swear to fuck say one more thing about the Dalish.”

4. Favorite non-sexual physical activity?

Doing their own thing in each other’s presence.

5. Who is most likely to carry the other?

Fanari could pick Solas up, and did so a few times for funsies, but she required both arms for it.

6. What is their favorite feature of their partner’s?

Fanari’s got freckles and the best profile in Thedas. She has a lot of small scars from her day-to-day life with the clan that Solas likes to hear about. He knows where her one ticklish spot is on her spine and he will exploit it to his own nefarious ends like the trickster folk figure he is.

Concept art Solas best Solas. Fanari likes playing/helping him with his dreads, and she has a preference for her partners to be taller than her.

7. What’s the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other?

Fanari goes for it with determination. She wasn’t spoiled, but she and her sister Elnara were both indulged by pretty much everyone older than them for having magic. It gave Fanari a stubborn “will be mine” approach to things she wanted; though had Solas not reciprocated she’d have respected it and let the matter rest.

Solas panics.

8. Nicknames? & if so, how did they originate?

They stick with the classic vhenan. Fanari still sometimes uses haren if she’s being playful, and Solas uses Inquisitor/Keeper in the same vein.

9. Who worries the most?

Solas does, but in the vague “my squishy mortal partner has a fragile existence that could end at any moment by sheer coincidence” way. It isn’t at the forefront of his mind most of the time.

10. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

If they’re ever at a restaurant it’s only for Orlesian cakes and at that point it’s a trial of keeping Fanari away from the strawberry ones.

11. Who tops?

ACE RIGHTS

12. Who initiates kisses?

Both.

13. Who reaches for the other’s hand first?

Fanari, but one of her stims is feeling textures so she usually reaches for his sleeve.

14. Who kisses the hardest?

Solas.

15. Who wakes up first?

They wake up about the same time, especially once Fanari figures out the whole Dreamer thing.

16. Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?

Shock of all shocks, it's Fanari. Don’t make her get up there are responsibilities out there.

17. Who says I love you first?

Solas.

18. Who leaves little notes in the other’s one lunch? (Bonus: what does it usually say?)

No notes, but they do find trinkets for one another.

19. Who tells their family/friends about their relationship first?

Fanari mentioned it to her immediate family (her three parents, two siblings, and Deshanna) in letters, and word made its way around the clan. The two never went out of their way to tell people in the Inquisition, but they weren’t hiding it.

20. What do their family/friends think of their relationship?

You know those pairings that are like? Clearly meant to be? They gell right and each person is getting something out of the relationship that improves their lives and gives them the incentive to be their better selves? Imagine knowing that couple in real life and then one of them breaks it off out of the blue and doesn’t even give the other person a reason why. And then you have to work on the same team with the both of them.

The group gets very cold towards Solas after he pulls that. When he resurfaces after being presumed dead for a number of years (see final question) and the two get back together, Fanari very specifically does not ask for opinions from their old Inquisition buddies. Fortunately, my own OCs don’t count, so she gets those.

Darrell’s concerned, but while it’s not the choice he would have made he knows he can’t go making choices for her. (Fanari does get a tetchy crystal call from Dorian, who’s mostly angry he heard about the thing from a letter Kendra wrote Darrell.) Kendra knows Fanari’s an adult who can make her own choices, but she’s still there for Fanari if needed in any capacity. (Bull is not at all happy with the arrangement.) Again, see a later question, but Fanari usually refrains from saying Dread Wolf jokes. Kendra, however, has Fanari’s blessing.

Solas retains an aloof affiliation with Clan Lavellan. Many hate him on principle, and the majority of them barely tolerate him so they don’t lose their Keeper. He and Elnara are openly hostile towards each other, and only with other clans will she put up a front of accepting him for Fanari’s sake. Ma’non, their brother, is one of the few who comes to have an appreciation for Solas as a person. Of Fanari’s parents, Lamel is the only one who can have a conversation with him that isn’t ice cold. Deshanna, unfortunately, has passed by this point. Had she still been alive, under no circumstance would Solas have been able to live anywhere near Wycome.

@greyvvardenfell this is a request nay a demand nay a requirement

Jak?

21. Who is more likely to start dancing with the other?

They’ll dance at celebrations within the clan when it’s part of the festivities, but despite what Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts would lead you to believe they’re not big on it. If Fanari has to dance her first choice of partner is going to be Elnara.

22. Who cooks more/who is better at cooking?

Solas is the better cook, but Fanari knows more dishes. Fanari’s the type of person who can look at a meal and know it’s ready whereas Solas has to time out the duration.

23. Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines?

Fuck it they’re to ace for this.

24. Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times?

Fuck it they’re

Fanari has free reign on any Dread Wolf jokes. She usually refrains out of consideration. Usually.

25. Who needs more assurance?

Maybe don’t break things off with your partner and give her deep-seated insecurities about your relationship, Solas. Maybe don’t do that.

26. What would be their theme song?

Take Me To Church - Hozier

Let Me Remind You - Sugarland

The songs are from Solas’ and Fanari’s points of view respectively. Honorable mentions to Skillet’s Comatose and Florence + the Machine’s Howl. Actually...go check Fanari’s playlist. Any song you can apply to a relationship fits at some point in their timeline.

27. Who would sing to their child back to sleep?

28. What do they do when they’re away from each other?

Fanari’s got her hands full heading the Inquisition, and later her hand full as the clan’s Keeper. Solas has his Fade-walking, and they both enjoy quiet moments of solitude.

29. One headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart

I mean fuck, dude.

30. One headcanon about this OTP that mends it

And now it’s time for plot outlines with Olli

-Shit happens in Tevinter -Solas goes into Odin sleep for a lil over a decade, is presumed dead -Wakes up -Fanari more or less threatens leaving the clan to get Lavellan to agree to let the Dead Fucking Wolf live there -Profit

Fanari physically manifested in my home and called me a bitch to my face and that’s why Solas doesn’t actually die.

#dragon age #solas #inquisitor #fanari lavellan #oc things #otp: like the stars #yes that Should have been read in the cadence of silly songs with larry #ostwick and wycome are relatively close so guess who gets visits #lavellan: fen'harel can't live here he's fen'harel #fanari: i understand it's why i'm already packed #lavellan: now hold on just a minute #solas knows p much going in that once fanari's gone so is he so he never goes out of his way to improve that

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seboostianillustrations-ina-blog · 6 years

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Tagged by: @dickeybbqpit, Thanks for the tag, dear~ ❤

RULES: Choose any three fandoms (in random order) and answer the questions, then tag 10 people

Three Fandoms:

Dragon Age

Mass Effect.

Haikyuu! (But I’m not actively talking to people. RIP.

The First Character You Loved:

Jack from Jak and Daxter. (Don’t judge me, I was a kid. Haha.)

Herdy from Herdy Gerdy. (Still my best kiddo.)

Han Solo from Star Wars.

The Character You Never Expected To Love So Much:

Lotor from Voltron.

Darth Vader from Star Wars.

Any fictional character tbh.

The Character You Relate To The Most:

Cremisius (Krem) Aclassi.

The Iron Bull.

Dorian Pavus.

The Character You’d Slap:

Myself. (Violence isn’t the solution.)

Three Favorite Characters (in order of preference):

The Iron Bull.

My own OCs (I’m so shameless, but I’m proud of them. Fight me! (ง •̀_•́)ง )

Jaal - Mass Effect Andromeda.

A Character You Liked At First, But Don’t Anymore:

Myself. (ง •̀_•́)ง

Three OTPs:

HallaBull (Hallalin Lavellan x The Iron Bull.)

My OCs x other people’s OCs.

Dorian Pavus x Male Inquisitor.

Tagging: @dinah-myles @tessa1972 @smolpocketmonstercoffee @midnightzoe @historioitsija & anyone who wants to do this, but hasn’t been tagged, consider yourself tagged by me now!

#tag game

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greyvvardenfell · 6 years

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Fictober Day 30 // “It’s done.” // Jakariel Lavellan x Dorian

Moonlight silvered Dorian’s hair as he cast his gaze over Skyhold’s empty courtyard, brow furrowed and wine glass in hand. His eyes burned, but he couldn’t bring himself to return to the tangle of sheets at Jakariel’s side yet, still haunted by the miasmic energy of the foul dream that had ripped him into wakefulness. The Inquisitor’s lifeless body, his cheerful face a gleaming skull reanimated by Dorian’s own magic, a skeletal hand that had once held him so close dragging its elongated fingernails down Dorian’s cheek… it was too much. The nightmare demon in the Fade must have been gorging itself on his fears to make up for its lost prey.

“What are you doing up so late, ma’arlath?” Jak stumbled onto the balcony, swathed in a blanket and rubbing his eyes. “Don’t you need your beauty sleep?”

Dorian hoped his shadowed grimace would read as a smile. “A face like mine is natural, my dear Inquisitor. ‘Beauty sleep’ is a myth cultivated by those less fortunate.”

Jakariel laughed. “Well, can’t you come keep me company at least? It made me nervous, when your side of the bed was cold.” He took another step towards him, arms raised for a hug. Dorian flinched before he could catch himself, and Jakariel cocked his head, confused. “What’s wrong, Dorian?”

“It’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing.”

“It is. I’m fine. I’m coming back to bed.”

Jak frowned as the goblet in Dorian’s hand caught a flash of light. “You’re drinking?”

“It’s empty.”

“I can see that,” Jakariel said, folding his arms. “Which means you drank it already.”

“I’m allowed a glass of wine or two now and again, Jak. I’m a grown man.”

“I know. But if you’re drinking alone in the middle of the night, which isn’t something you usually do…” Jakariel reached for the glass and took it from his hand, setting it aside on the edge of the balcony railing to mesh their fingers together. “What’s wrong, Dorian?” he asked again.

Dorian’s eyes flitted over Jak’s face, gilded by the moon. The light made it all too easy to see the structure of his cheekbones, his jawline, his chin, features that would still be visibly his even in death. “I… Maker, I need another drink.”

Jak brought his hands up to cup Dorian’s cheeks. “Normally I’m all for that, but no, you don’t. We need to talk about this. Come inside, please. Let me help.”

“I don’t know that there’s anything you can do.”

“You haven’t even told me what’s bothering you yet. Can’t we decide after that if there’s anything I can do or not?”

Dorian clenched his jaw under the gentle strokes of Jakariel’s thumbs. “Fine. Fine! You win.” He pulled free and stalked inside. “Well? Aren’t you coming? Let’s get it over with.”

“You’re making me so eager,” Jak said dryly, but followed him in, leaving the wine glass behind. He sat on the edge of the bed with the blanket draped over his shoulders and watched Dorian pace up and down the length of the rug.

“I’m… worried. About you,” said Dorian after a long, pregnant pause. “Since the Fade, I’ve been… worried. I know there are a thousand explanations, none of them good, for why I’m so worried, but I still can’t help but be…”

“Worried?”

“Exactly.” Dorian swallowed hard. “The nightmare demon we encountered knows us now. I imagine it has a special vendetta against the quarries it allowed to escape, but I thought perhaps the sacrifice of Warden Alistair would—”

Jakariel soured. “Even he knew he was only buying us time. I never should’ve let him stay. He died for nothing.”

“He died to save all of us, Jak. And not just us, but all of Thedas, if we’re to succeed. There’s a lot riding on the Inquisition’s success. On your success.” He looked away. “And that’s what worries me the most.”

“You think I can’t do it?”

“Not at all. I’m worried that you can.” With a sigh, Dorian sat down heavily on the bed beside Jakariel. “I know a lot about death, amatus. I didn’t think it scared me anymore. I’ve walked in the Fade. I’ve killed men with my own hands. Death holds very few mysteries that I have yet to uncover, at least from the magical, scholarly side of things.” With effort, he met Jakariel’s questioning gaze. “But I am afraid, love. I’m afraid for you. If you complete what you’ve set out to do, you’ll be wandering Thedas with a target on your back for every assassin from here to the Anderfels to see. If you don’t complete it, you’ll die. If you bite off more than you can chew, you’ll die. If you anger the wrong nobleman, you’ll die. If you slip and fall on the stairs up to see me in the library, you’ll die! Don’t you see, Jak?” His voice broke. “Every time I fall asleep, all that awaits me is a veritable catalog of the horrible things that could befall you. Even knowing it’s the demon’s influence does nothing to make it less real to me.”

“Oh, Dorian.” Jakariel leaned into him and pulled him into a tight embrace. Dorian’s hands clasped his wiry archer’s arms, finding comfort in the living heat of his golden brown skin. “Why didn’t you tell me? This has been going on for weeks and you didn’t say anything?”

“The last thing you need is to manage my stress on top of your own. Besides, I’ve dealt with sleeplessness before. How do you think I discovered the joys of wine in the first place?”

“Don’t, please. This is more than sleeplessness.” Jak rocked him gently, resting his chin on the top of Dorian’s head. “Is there anything I can do or say or… anything?”

Dorian sighed and snuggled closer. “I don’t know, Jak. Do you know how much it pains me to say that I don’t know?”

Jak couldn’t help but smile. “Quite a bit, I imagine.”

“But oddly, I do feel better, knowing that you know. There’s a strange relief to breaking a long-held silence, isn’t there? Perhaps the demon will leave me be for tonight, or at least for now. Shall we?” Dorian disentangled himself and stood, pulling the elf with him. They crawled back into bed together, Jak casting his blanket over both of them as Dorian wrapped his arms around his lover’s waist and planted a kiss on the tip of his ear from behind. “Thank you for pushing me, Jak. I know I’m not the easiest man to talk to at times.”

“I don’t know what you mean, ma’arlath. I’ve never had a problem talking to you,” Jakariel murmured over his shoulder.

Dorian chuckled. “Well, regardless, it’s done now, isn’t it? Now you know.”

Jak rolled over and pressed his forehead against Dorian’s, breaking the loose circle of his hug to pull his hands up and kiss each finger. “And now that I know, I can help. I may not know exactly how yet, but I’m going to. I promise.”

#fictober #dragon age #pavellan #otp: playing with fire #why is it that whenever i set out to write a short thing it turns massive and whenever i set out to write a longer thing it's tiny?#i was planning on this being like ~600 words and it's almost double that #oh well i guess #i do like writing dorian so i can't complain #tomorrow's fic is going to have er'body in it and i'm excited #zev and reyja and adam and fenris and jak and dorian and bull #in a modern au #at a pumpkin carving party #it's gonna be great #rey writes things

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greyvvardenfell · 3 years

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OC INFO MEME

B A S I C S :

Full Name: Jakariel Laneon Lavellan

Gender: Trans male

Sexuality: Pansexual aromantic

Pronouns: He/him

O T H E R :

Family: Laneon Seyras, father || Briawen Lavellan, mother || Nesiya Lavellan, adopted sister || Fanari, Banri, and Darilang Lavellan, cousins

Birthplace: Border of Nevarra and the Free Marches

Job(s): Dalish ambassador and advisor to the Inquisition

Phobias: Being underground, hurting people with his own selfishness

Guilty Pleasures: General hedonism, being an asshole to important people, exhibitionism

Hobbies: Collecting crystals, running, archery

M O R A L S:

Moral alignment: Chaotic neutral

Sins: lust / greed / envy / gluttony / pride / wrath / sloth

Virtues: charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience

T H I S - O R - T H A T :

introvert / extrovert

organized / disorganized

close-minded / open-minded

calm / anxious / restless

disagreeable / agreeable / in-between

patient / impatient

outspoken / reserved

leader / follower / flexible

empathetic / unempathetic

optimistic / pessimistic / realistic

traditional / modern / in-between

hard-working / lazy

R E L A T I O N S H I P S :

OTP: Jakariel/Dorian Pavus, Jakariel/Lace Harding

Acceptable ships: Pretty much anybody, unless they try to control or change him. He’s aro, so anyone who would be comfortable with that too. He’s more than open to FWB relationships.

OT3: Jak/Dorian/Bull

BROTP: Jak & Fanari, Jak & Josephine

NOTP: Eh.

thank you for the tag, @hurl-a-can! Anybody who wants to share things about their OCs... tag me!

#i've been thinking about jak a lot so #he cut in line #jakariel lavellan

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greyvvardenfell · 3 years

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ship questions - domestic life 4, 6, 10 for pairing(s) of your choice °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

for the canon da ocs it is!

4. Do they have any pets?

reydis/zev: noooo they move around too much and i don’t thing either of them are fond enough of animals to bother (amgarrak the mabari ends up bonded to sten instead of reydis)

adam/fenris: they keep demon the mabari for the rest of his life, but don’t get any other pets. again, running around hunting slavers and avoiding people who ask them for help isn’t conducive to pet ownership

jak/dorian/bull: i do not trust jakariel lavellan with pets and neither should you. i mean being dalish he isn’t horrible with animals in general but if the onus is on him to do all the care and upkeep, he uhhh.... yeah no. he probably wants to keep the red hart he rode around during the inquisition but it’s for the best if he just kinda drops it off with clan lavellan instead.

hesra/merrill: i would love to see them with a cat. hesra’s deathly afraid of dogs (and the real reason for the skyhold mabari ban) but cats, especially like a himbo orange boy, would be so perfect.

6. Who worries the most?

reydis, fenris, dorian, hesra

10. Who’s the better cook?

zevran, neither but probably fenris if pushed since he’s actually had to cook for himself before, jak, hesra

#reydis has Dwarf Taste so spices and like. flavor. aren't really top priorities #and on top of that her first real experience with cooking was in ferelden so #she hasn't really been set up for success there #thank you for asking!#reydis brosca #otp: the gold to my silver #adam hawke #otp: what you can and can't do #jakariel lavellan #ot3: playing with dragonfire #hesra adaar #otp: highest powers in lonely hours #rey answers people

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greyvvardenfell · 6 years

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Fictober Day 31 // “Pumpkins are supposed to be orange!” // Reyja Brosca x Zevran, Adam Hawke x Fenris, Jakariel Lavellan x Dorian x The Iron Bull // Modern!AU

Reyja paced through the small apartment, pausing each time she walked by the kitchen window to peer up and down the street for signs of visitors. Zevran watched her from his perch on the counter beside an array of spoons, carving knives, and flickering, fall-scented candles. He sighed as she passed him once again and reached out to grab her and pull her close, folding his legs over her shoulders to trap her against the cupboards.

“You will wear yourself out before the night has even begun, my dear. You are even starting to make me anxious,” he said, stroking her hair.

Reyja squirmed without really trying to break his hold on her. “Remind me again why we decided to do this?”

“Because it will be fun.” Zevran leaned down to kiss the top of her head. “And you are a wonderful host.”

“Not as good as you,” she answered, smiling up at him. “Are you sure everything’s ready?”

“Every pen and pencil we own is here, the table is covered, there are spoons of all shapes and sizes for scooping, and I dug through all of my knives for the best ones to carve with.”

“All of your knives? How long did that take?”

A look of mild annoyance flitted over Zevran’s face. “A long time.”

Reyja laughed. “Well, I’ll make sure they’re all clean when we’re done. I don’t want any of them ruined by pumpkin evisceration.”

“Thank you, mi amora. Oh, and our pumpkins, of course.”

“Of course. How much do you want to bet that Adam’s going to say something about mine not being orange?”

“I imagine it will be one of the first things he says, likely before he greets either of us.”

“Come on, even he’s not that rude. He’ll say hi first, then comment on it.”

Zevran raised a pierced brow, eying her. “All right. Whoever wins gets the last piece of birthday cake.”

“That’s not fair, Zev. It’s your cake to begin with.” Reyja shifted his knees off her shoulders and turned around to face him.

“Exactly. I have no intention of giving up my prize, even to you. Adam Hawke will remark on the color of your pumpkin before he says hello, mark my words.”

Reyja lifted herself to her toes and planted her hands on either side of his hips, staring into his golden eyes. “You’re on. To the victor go the spoils, even if the spoils are a single slice of week-old cake.”

Zevran opened his mouth to respond, but a series of three sharp knocks cut him off. Reyja startled at the sound, flinching into his chest. He chuckled and lifted her chin for a quick kiss before jumping down from the countertop and crossing the kitchen. “Ready?” he asked softly, his hand resting on the doorknob. Reyja nodded once, inhaling deeply. Zevran offered her an encouraging smile and pulled the door open.

“Zevran! Reyja! Happy Halloween!” Their friend Jakariel, accompanied by his boyfriends Dorian and Bull, crowded the hallway, Bull’s horns narrowly avoiding leaving gouges in the ceiling.

“Come in, come in,” Zevran said, standing aside to usher them through the door. “And a happy Halloween to you as well.”

“It’s still a week away,” Dorian grumbled as he unwrapped his plush burgundy scarf.

“Don’t be a spoilsport, Dorrie. You said you were going to turn your frown upside down on the way here, but it still looks awfully frown-shaped to me,” Jak said over his shoulder, grinning.

Dorian scowled. “Don’t call me ‘Dorrie,’ Jak. I’m not an animated fish.”

“You guys need a sec?” Bull interrupted, shrugging past them with his arms full of pumpkins. He seemed to have brought more than the three of them would need. “Have some… stress to work out?”

“Oh my god.” Dorian flushed. Jakariel and Bull bumped hips as Bull walked by, as close as they could get to a high five with his load of pumpkins, and Zevran and Reyja exchanged a glance.

“Sorry, guys. We’ve been teasing him all day,” Jakariel said, turning to his hosts with a semi-apologetic shrug. “He isn’t really looking forward to hanging out with Adam and Fenris again, after last time, but then again, who is? I know, I know, they’re part of the gang, but still…” He trailed off. “I love them, but they drive me crazy sometimes, you know?”

“A perfect description, I would say, at least of Adam,” laughed Zevran. “Although from what I’ve heard, he used to be a lot worse. Can you imagine?”

“We don’t have to,” Bull said, shaking his head. “When we met him, Fenris was out of town for awhile. He was, uh…”

“Difficult,” said Dorian through clenched teeth.

“Difficult,” Jak and Bull agreed together.

Reyja made her way to Zevran’s side and reached for the comfort of his hand. Even among friends, the warmth that spilled from him gave her strength. “We have a bet going, that Adam’s going to say something about my white pumpkin before he even says hello. What do you guys think?”

Dorian perked up immediately. “A bet, you say? Who’s betting what?”

“I think he’s at least going to say hi first. Zev thinks he’ll jump down my throat immediately for not having an orange one.”

Dorian pondered the options, stroking his mustache. “I think I’m with Zevran. Manners are not a quality for which Adam Hawke is famous.”

“Aww, Dorian,” Reyja said playfully. “With you on my side, I might’ve at least had a chance to change his mind.”

“Is my word worth so much?”

“You’re the king of bets. Everyone knows that.”

“She’s right,” said Bull, turning around with a strange yellow squash in his hand.

“What is that you have there, Bull?” Zevran asked, resting one of his tattooed arms around Reyja’s shoulders. “Making a departure from tradition, are you?”

“Have I ever struck you as a traditional guy, Zev? That’s not really my style. This—” He pulled another, matching gourd from the pile he’d deposited on the counter, “—and this, is a crookneck squash. Do they look familiar?” Bull grinned and held them up to the sides of his head, just beneath his horns.

Reyja laughed. “You’re making a self-portrait? Out of pumpkins?”

“Hell yeah I am! We all are.”

“Oh my god, that’s amazing. How long is it going to take you?”

Bull shrugged and put his squashes back. “Eh, who knows? Gonna be fun, though. Jak brought chili peppers for his.”

“Sure did,” Jakariel said, pushing his hair back to show off the long, slender tips of his elven ears. “I found some yellow ones that were the perfect shape for my ears.”

“With some help.”

“With some help,” Jakariel qualified, leaning happily against Dorian. “From someone who knows what they look like a little better than I do.”

Dorian’s recently-faded blush returned and he coughed uncomfortably. Jak chuckled and kissed the strong line of his jaw.

A flash of headlights through the window and the beep of a locking car alerted them all to the arrival of Fenris and Adam before the Hawke couple’s harsh knocking could interrupt the atmosphere of the gathering. Zevran acted the doorman again as Dorian and Jak subconsciously retreated towards the safety of Bull’s towering form on the other side of the kitchen.

Fenris was the only one waiting outside when Zevran opened the door. He smiled warmly as he stepped inside, removing his shoes immediately. “Happy Halloween,” he said. A chorus of answers met him, and his grin widened even as he dropped his gaze to the floor. The group didn’t often get the chance to interact with him on his own, though he was closer to Reyja and Zevran than the others. “Adam will be just a moment. He forgot something in the car.”

Bull and Dorian looked at each other and Jakariel cleared his throat nervously. “Is he… how is he?”

Fenris missed nothing. “Willing to make amends,” he said evenly. “But I’ll not get involved, if you don’t mind. Adam can fight his own battles, as I believe he made clear.”

“More than clear, I should think,” Dorian muttered. Bull barely held back a snigger.

“Hey, can we not?” Reyja interjected, frowning. Zevran returned to her side and snaked his arm around her waist. “We’re all friends here, right? Let’s not be dicks. We can talk it out like adults when Adam gets here and clear the air.” She looked over the group. “Before we’re all armed,” she added, catching sight of the line of carving knives Zevran had laid out on the counter.

The door opened again of its own accord as Adam entered without knocking. His pale gray eyes scanned the gathering, a pumpkin tucked under each arm, and a muscle in his narrow jaw twitched. “Or we could let the past be the past, and not taint the evening with political debates that won’t change anyone’s mind,” he said by way of greeting, locking gazes with Dorian. The air trembled with tension as the two men measured each other, everyone else lingering uncomfortably on the sidelines.

“Agreed,” Dorian said finally. The room deflated.

“Good.” Adam paused for a moment, surveying the large, varied array of pumpkins and squashes on the counter behind him, eyebrows furrowed in distaste. “What’s with those?”

Zevran caught Reyja’s eye and gave her a cheeky grin. “Those what?” he asked innocently.

“Those distinctly non-pumpkin-colored things. Pumpkins are supposed to be orange. Is that one white?”

Zevran gave a hearty laugh at the look on Reyja’s face and the mix of confusion and anger on Adam’s. “What’s going on?” Adam asked harshly, just as Reyja let out a groan of defeat.

“Ugh, do you want your cake now, then?” she said, crossing to the cupboard in which it was stored. “So you can rub it in everyone’s faces?”

“Yes, please, mi amora.” He winked at her. “I told her that you would comment on the color of her pumpkin before you even said hello, my dear friend Adam, and I was correct.”

Adam raised a dark eyebrow. “Am I so predictable?”

“I have known you longer than anyone else here, except Fenris.”

“Huh. You’re not wrong.” Adam cracked a rare smile and placed his and Fenris’s pumpkins with the rest. Reyja presented Zevran with his cake and leaned back against the counter beside him, finding it difficult to be upset even after losing.

“So why such an unnatural shade, then, Reyja?” Adam asked, dropping into a dining chair. “Oh, and hello to all, since it was pointed out that I neglected to say it.”

“Zev and I are doing a sun-and-moon thing. He’s the sun, I’m the moon, obviously.”

Adam shrugged, apparently finding the answer acceptable, and Fenris nodded. “Don’t you two have tattoos along those lines as well?” he asked curiously.

“Yeah, we will soon. We’re still planning them. Zev doesn’t have a lot of space left for his,” said Reyja, gesturing to the swaths of ink covering almost every visible inch of Zevran’s arms, neck, and chest as he tucked into his birthday cake. “And he doesn’t want to tattoo himself.”

“Makes sense,” Bull said. “There’s a lot of ways that could go wrong. I wouldn’t want to massage myself.”

“Yeah, training myself hasn’t really worked out for me either,” Jakariel added.

“And yet you still look so good,” said Bull fondly, dragging him to his side.

“Well, we’re doing self-portraits, and you’re doing the sun and the moon, so what are you two going to do?” Jak asked after breaking free from Bull’s affectionate embrace.

Fenris looked at Adam through narrowed eyes, like he’d been dreading this question, and answered first. “Mine will be a wolf. Or the silhouette of one, at least.”

“Oh, that’ll be cool, especially with a candle inside. Adam?”

“No.”

Everyone shared confused glances. “What?” Reyja ventured.

“No,” he repeated, sounding bored.

Fenris sighed. “He means that literally.”

“You’re… just going to carve the word ‘no’?”

“Is that a problem?”

“Please don’t try to talk him out of it,” said Fenris tiredly, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It’s actually an improvement. His first idea was ‘fuck off.’”

Storms of laughter filled the kitchen, breaking the last vestiges of tension that Adam’s arrival had brought. The night grew cold before Reyja and Zevran saw their friends off, tired but content, and placed their jack-o-lanterns in their livingroom window to stare out over the falling autumn leaves together.

#fictober #zevran x brosca #fenhawke #dorian pavus x iron bull x lavellan #this fic is essentially 2000 words of dialog i am so sorry #that's what happens when i try to cram seven characters into a fluff piece #careful deduction will reveal that i think zevran's birthday is october 17 #and dorian and adam had been arguing about tevinter things (slavery and magic pretty much) even though it's a modern au #i didn't want to get into it because it was too hard to explain without ballooning this out to a million more words so #adam picked his battles #he usually picks too many and has to put some back #but he was really arguing for fenris's sake and fenris essentially told him to knock it off #so he did #otp: the gold to my silver #otp: what you can and can't do #ot3: playing with dragonfire #rey writes things

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