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meowsgirldrawing · 5 months

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Dorian and his elven daughter

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“Oh, fuck that.”

Dorian laughs, gripping the amulet in his hand tightly. His laugh echoes against the interior of his office, which is big enough to be considered a master bedroom honestly. He hears Bellatrix’s giggles emit from the crystal as his calms.

“I mean, the guy acts like an indecent asshole-”

“Are there any decent ones?”

“ You would know. ANYWAY-,”

Dorian bursts into more laughter.

“then turns around, acting shocked when you give it back to him- mind you, in a civilized manner. Jeez. Tevinter sounds great. ” She retorts, causing him seconds from wheezing in his chair.

After a moment, he breaths. He leans back in his chair and chuckles finally evening out. His hand holds against his chin, smiling wryly, “Maybe you can come to the next Imperial sphere, it’ll be grand! We can comment on the man’s attire- scare him into thinking the worst.”

“ Oh dear! I saw the Inquisitor and Magister Pavus speaking ill, I hope my luscious seat still shines afterward! ” Her voice deepens, the scornful attempt at a Tevinter accent could make his grandparents and father turn in their graves.

“I thought you didn’t like your former title though? A change of heart maybe?” He teases.

“Dor Dor, I’ve had to accept by now that it will follow me to my grave and even afterwards, whether I want it to or not. Might as well get some use of it.” She shrugs in spite of the fact he can’t see it, “Especially against some entitled, fucking wise-ass who tries to insult one of my favorite nieces.”

“Yes well, you’ll be glad to know that he not only looked like the most miserable, silliest person there, but I saw him practically run out with his tail between his legs soon after.

She snickers, “Good.”

“Thankfully, there was no falter in the new arrangements so everyone matter-of-factly expected Briva and I at the next gathering without trouble.”

A low whistle, “Damn, Dor, look at youuuu! Already some change in the social rank. Metaphorically, of course.”

He sighs, running a hand through his hair, “Tis similar, still have much more work that will last well over a lifetime or two.”

“Yeah, well- good thing you- wait… FUCK! TURNIP, NO!-” A thud, Bellatrix coughs, and some shuffling. Dorian pauses, looking down at the crystal in his palm. It flicks from light to off, indicating more to the commotion. He hesitates, “Bella?” He taps it, all the same of knowing it’s alright- just something to check, “Bellatrix? Is everything alright?”

Soon, the crystal shines bright again with the elf’s voice coming through, albeit, breathless.

“The dog…jumped..on me.” More shuffling, “I think he heard my.. grt- whistling. …This is why I’m a cat person.”

He breaks into laughter as she huffs, “Are you alright?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, fucker.” She growls, her tone still light.

“Ass.”

“Shit-talker.”

He goes to continue their game when he notices Gilmi, one of the head servants of his household, standing nervously by the door, waiting patiently.

“Bella?”

“Yeah? Is everything alright?” She clearly picked up his change of tone.

“Not sure. I’ll send back for you once I’m done.”

“Got it, Dor Dor. Tell Briva her favorite Aunt said hi.”

He motions for the servant to come in, snickering, “You know she has close to 6 other Aunts, yes?”

“Un-noted. Take care.”

“You do the same.” The connection cuts and he stashes the amulet carefully back into his desk, giving the servant his full attention.

“Is something the matter, dear?”

“Not…exactly sir, Miss Briva is the library. Uhm, something occurred and now she’s scared. Mister Jervah told me to just come get you.”

The moment Dorian heard the second line, he jerked from his chair, his gut clenched. He doesn’t waste time, quickly thanking the elf before making his way down to the library. The clicking of boots doesn’t help his nerves. They only add to the ever-growing fear, his hands tight, and mind racing at any horror his daughter was frightened of.

Possibilities flood though. An assassin paid to kidnap or hurt her- Well, he knows the guards would have stopped and alerted him immediately, but still…. An animal at the window?- Briva absolutely adores them, she would have been running in, wanting to show him honestly. A book she shouldn’t have read, Then again, he holds all of the spell tomes or spell-based ones on a high shelf or locked in his office, safe……STILL-

Arriving at the doors, he makes haste in opening and coming through.

All right, time to throw all the previous worries out the window, along with his sanity- specifically the barely hanging nail one from across the room, shattered glass scattered around on on top of the window seal. One that completes the look of a tornado, fire, and ice-mixed wonderland.

Books are thrown off shelves, some burned with others frozen in crystal cold. The curtains scorched from the bottom up, continuous crackles hitting his ears. The floor has puddles of water, as well as short layers of ice in some spots- his foot almost slips but he steadies himself on a half-burned desk near the door.

He trudged slowly around the room, tensely looking everywhere with wide, fearful eyes, also casting out swift but small spells to counter the others. All the while, calling out for his little girl. Fear has him caged at this point; with all this mass of destruction, no wonder his little one was terrified.

“Briva, darling. Papa’s here, I-”

“Ser Pavus,”

He turns, presently holding a piece of paper, one that Briva had obviously been working on beforehand. The ink was fresh and oily.

“Jervah, where’s my daughter?” Maintaining his calm and ever-resounding nature in his voice. In spite of this, the older elf looks upon him with understanding. He motions towards the door across the library. It’s an extra room, made specifically for when he and Briva are focusing on her studies.

As Dorian crosses the foothold, Jervah speaks up assuringly, “I let the others know to leave you two be. You will need it.” Not understanding this but knowing he will soon, the Magister nods, before returning to his most important.

He casts a minor spell, a light orb that lights up the room. “Briva?...Briva, honey.” His voice is tight, trying his damndest to sound heartening- despite his own heart currently moving-

He stops at the shuffling. Moving the orb closer in its direction, he sees a small figure under the middle table- scooting further under it as if to hide from the light. He sighs, relief flooding over him when realization hits.

Dorian takes his time, hands behind his back as he sends multiple orbs around corners of the room, lighting it up more until it turns into a soft, light blue hue. Her favorite color.

“...Briva? Is everything alright, my dearest?”

She doesn’t respond, concealing her face in her knees, arms wrapped around her tightly. With a kneel, he takes notice of the ice around her fingertips.

Oh..

He blinks.

So that’s what happened….Another wave of relief, Her powers just manifested. That’s all..

Now, he speaks up, “Briva, dear, are you alright? Are you hurt?”

She takes a moment before shaking her head, just barely. “Do you want to come out?”

Another shake of the head.

“Alright,” He sits down and tucks his legs under him. His robes fell around him, touching the ice residue and crowding around the two of them. She moves her head up quickly.

“No!”

He stops, looking at her.

She gnaws on her lip. Her eyes were blotchy and red, with tears streaming down her bubbly cheeks as her pointed ears droop slightly.

“Y-you’re gonna mess up y-your outfit.”

Dorian can’t help himself- a short laugh escapes from him. Mae, the loving sport, was always saying how Briva could be his blood by how she acted at times; it’s clear as ever even now. Still chuckling at her confused and worried look, he gently coaxes her out from the table.

“Please, it’ll soon be water. It’s fine, I promise.”

She’s hesitant, bunching her light florid, green dress in her tiny hands. Reluctantly she moves and settles into his lap. Now sensing she wasn’t in trouble, she buried her face into his chest. Unfortunately, she starts tearing up again when his arms wrap around her in a tight, but soft cradle.

The patient quietness gets mellowed out as Dorian runs a soothing hand through her curly hair, “Are you alright, my dear?”

She doesn’t speak but nods. “What about your hands? Are they cold?”

A pause before another small nod.

“Here.” With an easy hand, he warms it just enough yet pauses when she flinches. He frowns, concerned. Briva has never been afraid of his magic. Nor Mae’s, Estel’s, or any other of her mage Aunts and Uncles. Curious yes, but never frightened. Only when she sees it in public or from other Magisters in general is when she gets somewhat nervous- that’s when he pulls her closer as to soothe her thoughts.

Kaffas- she just discovered herself that she has mage blood and after experiencing something such that is emotionally reeling to most young ones- especially at her age! Dorian curses inwardly at himself. The first thing I go and do is use one of the main elements.

Dorian moves his hand away an inch, “Is this alright, dear?”

She looks up before glancing down at his hand. She gives a small nod and lends her hand back.

As the frost disappears from her fingers, Dorian leans his back on the table side. It digs into his upper back, but he pays it no mind. He could care less when his daughter is his main concern at the moment.

“What happened?” Her body stills at the question.

“Briva?”

“... I-im sorry.. ” Dorian tilts his head, “Whatever for, my dearest?”

Her hands wipe her eyes, sniffling and whimpering. “I ruined the Library. The b-books are ruined! I-i didn't mean to- I was only reading what Mister Jervah gave me and then-,” A small sob escapes her, tearing at his heart. Every urge in his body fights against the instinct to hug her tightly to him, to hide her away from it; as much as he wants to, she needs some room to speak.

“A-and then! -Ice and fire came… I think I h-hurt Mr.Jervah!” Briva cries.

“Mr.Jervah said he was alright, dear. No need to worry.” He assures, brushing the curly hair from her face.

“B–b-but, in the Library! I-”

“The books, curtains, and any other affected object there can be replaced. You cannot, however.”

Briva looks down as her hands fumble in her lap. “..I’m sorry, papa..”

Dorian smiles, pulling her closer, “Briva, darling.”

She glances back up. The tears get gently wiped away by him, swiftly pulling down his long sleeve to dry her cheeks. As he does this, he continues, “Dear, you know what happened exactly, yes?”

She pauses. “I’m like Papa?”

He chuckles, nodding along, “Yes, you have what many consider, mage blood. You will learn more as you grow, but, “ He adjusts himself, still holding Briva in his lap, “You understand what that means, correct.” He checks.

“Yes, But,” She bites her cheek, “Isn’t it…dangerous? Aunt Mae said some people think mages are scary.”

He sighs, “Unfortunately people believe that, of course. It’s just like how many believe your other father is a scary beast all because of his appearance.”

“But father is nice! He’s not a beast.”

“I know that. But it’s an undeserving fact, sadly.”

She goes quiet again. A less tight grip on her dress, the same one that bundles around her, barely touching the ground underneath her father’s lap. She studies the way to fabric lay, thinking through her next words. Dorian is patient, only humming and brushing through her hair contently.

She’s hesitant, “ Can I…can I use my magic like yours?” She looks up, “Like how you used it to help Aunt Bellatrix and Estel?”

He smiles as she continues, “You said you only use it when the aid for people is needed, you helped people…I wanna do that.”

“With time and careful studies, indeed. It can be done, my dearest.”

It’s almost like she was never crying, never scared- her bright smile grew on her face before she erupted in giggles and hugged him. Like every time, he never hesitates to reciprocate, holding her close as chuckles leave him.

After leading her out of the study, Dorian and Briva find Jervah standing near the entrance of the Library. His grin matches Dorian's, as he greets Briva, who runs up to him with a worry in her brow. “Mister Jervah! Are you alright?”

The older man chuckles, kneeling down, “I am alright, madam. No need to worry.” She gives a shy smile and hugs him.

As Briva talks with Jervah, Dorian’s happiness starts to dwindle. Slowly and awfully as new anxiety kicks in. She’s a mage. His hidden gaze ponders over his daughter, who’s giggling as Jervah holds her up.

An elven mage….In Tevinter .

She’s going to have many troubles try and run through her. People are going to look upon her as nothing other than a unique piece for a stealer’s collection, or an unwanted soon enemy. People will want to hurt her.. His darling little girl. The dear one that his husband, Fuliz, saved close to 6 years ago.

Well….He perks up, “Briva?”

She looks over, smiling, “Yes, Papa?”

“Would you like to go with Miss Gilmi and get cleaned up? Papa and Jervah will take care of things here.”

She tilts her head, “Surely I can at least gather the saved books?”

Oh bless her , he instead shakes his head but keeps his smile plastered, “I’m quite sure, my dearest.” Leaning down, he welcomes her quick hug, placing a kiss on her head, “Run along now, we’ll be fine.”

With a nod and a small grin, she does so. Grabbing onto Gilmi’s outreached hand, she waves as the two leave.

He waves back, waiting for them to be completely out of view before he speaks in a quiet but firm tone, “Jervah, for now on: please notify the guards and staff to keep an extra eye on all entrances, no matter the circumstances. And if anything happens that concerns Briva or strange behavior from staff, tell me immediately.”

“Of course, sir.” Jervah bows, and makes his way out. Dorian turns, hands behind his back as he casts out spells. As chairs and tables float back to positions, the curtains being pulled down for replacement, and frost being melted and dried away, he stands near the window. His eyes ogle at the gate that guards his home.

He once felt shame and dishonor for who he was, for where he was from, for his decisions on who to love and be around. He feels his jaw clench, no matter what, he will make absolutely sure Briva will not ever feel the same still lingering feeling he feels now.

While his fears from before have just become stilling nightmares and comments he can now brush off without a blink,

While he now has a wonderful and sweet husband waiting to come visit him and their girl in between mercenary missions,

While he has multiple friends all over Thedas that wouldn’t think twice to help him when heeded-

The judgment and disdain from his peers continue like an endorsed flame. People look upon him and send assassins of words or people in their wake, in their distaste. People fight to stop his coming dent in their country, and all would turn towards his little girl when she joins his side. All for her pointed ears and now magic.

Well…he smirks lightly, spinning back to the room and out the door.

They best send their biggest armies at him and his own growing power, cause the Fade will have to destroy itself before he allows any of them to even step a foot near her.

She is his daughter, no matter the blood. As long as he lives and breathes, she doesn’t have to be afraid. Never like he once was.

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #Dorian pavus #Brivia Pavus #Dorian is a dad #papa dorian pavus #oc insert #Dragon age fanfic #Post Tresspasser #male adaar #Fuliz Adaar #dorian x inquisitor #Dorian x male adaar

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ladydarksbane · 9 months

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Sataareth Adaar

#inquisitor adaar #adaar #dorian x adaar #dual wield rogue assassin #my oc #my oc character #qunari male #i want a hot buff gay qunari #qunari inquisitor #qunari horns #gorgeous qunari #sataareth adaar #adaar and friends

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anneapocalypse · 2 years

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Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Male Adaar/Dorian Pavus Characters: Dorian Pavus, Male Adaar (Dragon Age), Dragon Age: Inquisition Inner Circle Additional Tags: Dick Jokes Word Count: 652 words Summary:

"Look, nobody's saying it," the Inquisitor says, setting down his waterskin with purpose, "but we're all thinking it."

#this is not about dirthmen's d!ldo #for the record #this is an earlier one #but since i haven't posted it here yet #HERE YOU GO #i guess 'dick joke fics' is a series now #adaar #inquisitor #inquisitor adaar #dorian pavus #dorian x male adaar #dragon age fic #dragon age inquisition #dragon age #adaarian

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broodwolf221 · 4 months

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dadwc prompts and info

general info:

no character death

i prefer romantic or platonic

pls specify prompt list ur using

ot3/poly prompts welcome

general prompts:

rare/unusual words (mine, but feel rb/use it yourself!)

sentences

micro story (please send the word/phrase)

medieval/fantasy sentences

deep conversations

people who aren't used to kindness

quote prompts:

as said by cassandra pentaghast

as said by dorian pavus

as said by solas

as said by merrill

fluff/romance/smut prompts:

fluff

50 types of kisses

sleeping

cuddles and snuggles

smutfic (please send word/phrase)

angst/whump prompts:

what are you hiding from me?

eerie loneliness

heavy content (mine, but feel free to rb/use it yourself!)

patching up wounds

other prompts:

oc codex

fantasy setting

characters:

da2 - anders(justice) | fenris | merrill

dao - leliana | morrigan

arlathan - mythal | andruil | ghilan'nain

relationships:

anders x fenris

morrigan x (halcor | leliana)

sera x (delwyn | dagna)

ghilan'nain x andruil*

*messy/complicated ships, might end up in dead dove territory

major ocs:

nessa lavellan (f!rogue, solas)

velari lavellan (f!mage, solas)

atros shiral (m!rogue; city elf!inquisitor, solas)

delwyn lavellan (f!rogue, sera)

valyris lavellan (f!mage, solas)

developing ocs:

feydis lavellan (m!mage, ? maybe dorian)

yene adaar (f!mage, solas)

dimitra (non-inky, f!mage(/templar), cullen)

halcor brosca (m!rogue warden, morrigan then nathaniel)

less developed ocs:

yene adaar (female; mage; solas) yene is a driven vashoth who doesn't want anything to do with any of this, thank you very much. spends the early game looking for a way out but eventually realizes that because of the anchor, she's stuck here, at which point she starts making friends. planned solasmance bc i'm... immensely predictable. also he grows on her. this weird little elf guy who's obsessed with the fade and she's like. hm. i am charmed by the way u wax poetic about ur special interests.

halcor brosca (male; rogue; morrigan, then nathaniel) my canon warden, and someone i haven't written in many years but have been thinking about again recently. very rough around the edges, blunt, practical. has a terrible habit of diving headfirst into danger. he's enamored of magic and trust(ed?) morrigan 100% on everything magical - he also performed the ritual with her, so kieran is his son, although he never met him. afterwards during awakening canon he ended up with nathaniel - a surprise, especially since he didn't even know he was into men as well, but late nights talking around the fire slowly became more.

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shaykai · 2 years

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Making poor quality animations is my new passion

#have a silly silly little thing that wouldnt leave me alone #doodle #sketch #dragon age #dragon age trespasser #dragon age inquisition #solas #dorian pavus #the iron bull #sera #adaar #male adaar #soladaar #solas x male adaar #solas x inquisitor #solas x adaar #da #da:i #animation

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inkformyblood · 4 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age - All Media Types, Dragon Age (Video Games) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Male Inquisitor/Dorian Pavus, Male Adaar/Dorian Pavus Characters: Male Inquisitor (Dragon Age), Male Adaar (Dragon Age), Adaar (Dragon Age), Dorian Pavus Additional Tags: Slice of Life, Domestic Fluff, Short & Sweet, Established Relationship Series: Part 1 of 14 Days of DA Summary:

Dorian is not pleased. Adaar has brought him out into the forest before sunrise and for what?

#14 days of da lovers prompts #14DALovers #my writing #fanfic #dorian pavus x male adaar #dorian pavus #adaar

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cappynomwrites · 4 years

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dragon age fanfic

Probably not the best but it’s the first thing I’ve written I’m sharing publicly(also the first thing I’ve written in a couple years). It’s a series of short stories that follow my inquisitors and their adjustments to their lives after Trespasser. If you’d like, please give it a read and let me know what you think. Just posted the first story of my female Cadash and will hopefully add more to it later.

Thank you for your time!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23830768/chapters/57264382

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tellmevarric · 4 years

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The Best Plan

Just a warning for some mild dirty talk from Idris Adaar

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“This is by far the most stupid plan you’ve ever created. Of course I’m in.”

Idris pouted at Dorian. “I don’t make stupid plans.”

Dorian raised an eyebrow. “Of course not.”

Idris hesitated. “Well, I don’t make many stupid plans.”

“Charging into Tevinter to confront my father?”

“That’s definitely not a stupid plan,” Idris said firmly. “And it’s also definitely still on the table.”

Dorian sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Idris…”

“Nope,” Idris said, crossing his arms over his chest. “I am going to punch your father in the nose, Dorian. Don’t try to convince me otherwise.”

Dorian sighed and shook his head. “I’m in love with the stubbornest fool that ever lived.” Idris suddenly beamed at him and Dorian blinked, wondering what had prompted that. He reviewed what he’d just said and his eyes widened. “Oh.”

“Nope,” Idris said, hooking an arm around his waist and reeling him in. “No takesie backsies. You love me.”

Dorian pretended to scowl but didn’t fight it, indeed, he cuddled into the big Vashoth, though he’d deny that to his dying breath. “Yes, and sometimes I wonder why.”

Idris struggled for a moment to keep a straight face before he said in his best deadpan, “It’s because I have a really big cock.”

Dorian sputtered with laughter and pretended to struggle to get away before Idris simply picked him up and tumbled them both onto his nearby bed.

“Brute,” he said with an amused pout.

“You love it,” Idris replied. “About as much as you love my great big cock up your arse.”

Dorian sniffed. “So crude.”

“Do I lie?”

Dorian wriggled around so that he was lying on top of the Vashoth archer. “Regrettably, no.”

Idris ran a hand down his back and then patted his bum in a very familiar manner. “I love you too, by the way.”

“I should hope so,” Dorian replied. “I make a great big syrupy revelation, I damn well expect it to be reciprocated.”

Idris raised an eyebrow. “That was syrupy?”

“You mean you could do better?”

Idris grinned and rolled them over. He held himself up with his arms and cradled Dorian’s face with both hands. “Dorian. My darling. The most beautiful, the kindest, the most caring, the sweetest man I have ever known. I love you. I love you more than I have ever loved anyone.”

Dorian was squirming by now, caught between loving every word and wanting to scoff and dismiss what was being said. “Idris… don’t mock.”

Idris gave him a long sober look. “Not one word was mockery, Dorian. Every single one was the absolute truth.”

Dorian was breathing heavily now and chewing on his bottom lip. “Idris…” he breathed, tears growing in his eyes.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“I…” Dorian swallowed, utterly unable to find the words he wanted.

Idris smiled and leaned down to kiss him. “I know.”

#male adaar x dorian pavus #male inquisitor x dorian pavus #male adaar #dorian pavus #writing #fanfic #dragon age

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lonelysuperhero · 5 years

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Dorian, enjoying my Qunari Inquisitor’s D✨✨✨

... yes, I romanced him again ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Do u have this problem, @this-is-a-job-for-vesemir ?

#DAI #dragon age inquisition #dorian pavus #qunari #Inquisitor Adaar #male inquisitor #dorian x inquisitor #fan art #dragon age #wicked

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0hedvig0 · 5 years

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Leviian Adaar (ongoing)

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seboostianillustrations-ina-blog · 6 years

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Balder & Dorian - The First Kiss.

#I love them #dorian x male adaar #dorian x adaar #Balder Adaar #Dorian Pavus #Balder gif #dragon age #dragon age inquisition

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labhra-setablaze · 6 years

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Chapters: 2/5 Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition, Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Iron Bull/Dorian Pavus, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Female Lavellan/Cullen Rutherford, Male Adaar/Josephine Montilyet Characters: Iron Bull, Dorian Pavus, Cullen Rutherford, Female Lavellan, Cullen Rutherford's Mabari, Josephine Montilyet, Male Adaar Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Slow Build, Avalanches, Frostback Mountains, Near Death, Fluff, Implied Sexual Content Summary:

Whilst skiing during a trip in the Frostback Mountains, Dorian gets caught in an avalanche. The Iron Bull is the rescuer who finds him.

#adoribull #dragon age: inquisition #dragon age #iron bull #dorian pavus #fanfic #archive of our own #male adaar #male inquisitor #iron bull x dorian pavus #its finally here #so sorry it took so long #creative writing

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dapromptexchange · 6 years

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The Inquisitor leads a rescue mission after finding out Dorian was kidnapped. They arrive late. Dorian is rescued, but has been made tranquil. Bonus points if your Inquisitor romanced Dorian.

Mini-fill by anotherdayforchaosfay

#mxm #dorian x inquisitor #dorian pavus #inquisitor #male inquisitor #lavellan #trevelyan #cadash #adaar #dai #tranquility #prompt #submission

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kagetsukai · 6 years

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Baby, It’s Cold Outside [Dorian x Adaar]

Hello and welcome to a fluffy Satinalia story as written by the biggest Grinch in the world who hates holidays and stuff! I know, shocking, please don’t die :D That being said, I had signed up for @santa-age and I was chosen to provide a gift for @cherrymilkshake. She is a wonderful writer and I’ve spent some sleepless nights getting familiar with her stuff. I must say, her OC Bern Adaar inspired some seriously fluffy feelings so if you can, go check out her stuff. IT’S WORTH THE READ. But, without further ado, here is your gift! I hope you enjoy it :D

Pairing: Bernart Adaar x Dorian Pavus

Rating: PG

Summary: It’s cold outside and Dorian doesn’t want to go out in that horrendous weather. Thankfully, Bern has a warm blanket and an idea of how to keep things warm.

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The Inquisitor’s rooms had already been decorated for the upcoming Satinalia celebrations and as he climbed the last of the stairs, Dorian observed the unholy number of garlands that hung around the windows, the banisters, any available ledges, and even lining the curtains of the four-poster bed. Either Bernart Adaar really enjoyed the holidays or their resident Ambassador went a little overboard with her enthusiasm. Again.

The man himself stood at the opposite side of the room, wrapped in a blanket that was just large enough to cover his torso, and watching whatever was happening on the other side of closed glass doors. Dorian took a moment to study his lover, the solid, muscular body, the twist of his horns, and the twist of white hair that looked somewhat messy and stubborn at this particular angle. He took a few steps forward, hoping to go unnoticed, but nothing could escape the ears of a rogue.

“Dorian. You’re here!” Bern said enthusiastically as he half-turned in his spot; there was a steaming mug in his large, grey hands.

“Of course I’m here,” Dorian replied, as he continued walking closer. “How could I say no to being cold while watching people outside be even colder! It is a thrill of a lifetime.”

Bern chuckled to himself and the sound settled softly around Dorian’s heart.

“Perhaps if you invested in a sweater, you wouldn’t be so cold all the time, you know?”

Dorian made a face. “Like from wool or some such?” he asked. “Absolutely not. Do you have any idea how much those things itch? I’d scratch myself to death and where would we be? A total catastrophe. No, I think I’m good where I’m at.”

The Quanri’s smile did not lessen even an inch as he turned back to the window and took a sip out of the cup. Dorian stopped next to Bern and did his best not to shiver at the cold permeating through the glass as he tried to discern what had mesmerized his companion so much. One quick glance down at the courtyard answered all of his questions.

Not surprisingly, a group of Skyhold occupants had found a spot away from all major pathways, had grabbed a couple buckets of water, and sloshed it on the ground. Since the temperatures had been sitting in the negative one thousand for the past week, the ice had formed right away and a group of kids and adults alike were currently entertaining themselves by sliding along on their shoes. While the game seemed extremely basic to Dorian, they all looked beyond happy to be doing it. What matter the most, though, was that their joyous smiles had transferred onto Bern’s face.

“Would you like to go down to them?” Dorian asked quietly.

Bern huffed in amusement.

“Would you go with me?” he asked.

It was Dorian’s turn to huff.

“Over my dead, cold body,” he thought for a second. “Most likely, literally.”

Several things happened then: a very large Qunari Inquisitor reached around Dorian and tugged him closer, while pulling a warm blanket closer around both of them. He didn’t fight the intimacy and rather welcomed the way their bodies seemed to comfortably mold together. He settled his head against Bern’s shoulder and sighed.

“Are you trying to bribe me with warmth? Because it won’t work, I assure you,” he announced with just a hint of fake petulance in his voice.

A low grumble resonated through Bern’s chest and Dorian leaned in closer to enjoy it.

“I’m just trying to share a cozy blanket. No need to be suspicious, I promise I have no ulterior motives.”

Dorian pulled away just enough to get a clearer view of Bern’s face; his vividly green eyes were soft while his mouth had curved into a smile that was both tender and inviting. Looking past the twisting horns, he noticed that the garland that hung above the doorway was actually made out of a familiar plant. Where had he seen it? It was…

“Wait, are all of your garlands made out of mistletoe?” he asked.

Bern’s grin was both mischievous and guilty.

“What can I say? I really wanted to make sure I would get my Satinalia kiss.”

Dorian shook his head in exasperation.

“Does that mean I have to kiss you under every single one of them?”

If a Qunari could ever look bashful, Bernart would have been the one to come up with it. Dorian stared for a moment as his lover bit his lip and looked everywhere but him.

“Only if you want to?...”

How was he to say no to that face? How was he to deny this Qunari-sized teddy bear such a simple thing? It was Satinalia after all and Dorian was feeling charitable. He tugged at Bern’s tunic, hoping the man would get the hint, and smiled as their lips touched for a brief kiss.

“Well, there’s a lot of mistletoe in here, so let’s get to it,” he announced and shoved Bern to a different corner of the room.

By the time they got to the mistletoe around Bern's bed, gentle kisses had turned to something much more intense and Dorian no longer felt the chill of the room.

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