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sinsbymanka · 3 years

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Thank you @sunspott and @enigmalea. I’ve combined both your prompts and also added in a side of Josephine because I can. Enjoy your polyamorous, smutty Female Adaar/Josephine Montiliyet/Lace Harding prompt fill!

For @dadrunkwriting I present:

Title: Courting a Winning Bet

Chapter 1/1

Rated: E

Word Count: 2090

Pairing: Female Adaar/Josephine Montiliyet/Lace Harding

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Summary: There’s a betting pool about whether or not the Inquisitor and her lover, Josephine, have a crush on Scout Harding. Lace is going to put a stop to this illegal gambling once and for all, but not in the way she thought she would.

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“I’m telling you, the flowers are just flowers.”

“Whatever you need to tell yourself, Harding.”

Lace slammed her pint down on the bar and glared up into the one sparkling dark eye of the Iron Bull. Sure, maybe he had a couple feet on her, but she’d had some of the good stuff. She could take him, if she needed to.

Bull grinned wryly and shook his head. “So. Josephine sends you flowers and writes letters asking how you are. Boss brings you back any supply your little heart can dream up. They increased your hazard pay-”

“I earned that increase,” Lace protested, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Course you did,” Bull agreed, raising his own pint to his lips. “Doesn’t mean that they don’t have a crush on you, Harding.”

“They do not.”

“Chief’s right,” Krem said from her left, clapping a hand on her shoulder in solidarity. “Strange as it is to say.”

“Now now, Krempuff. Let’s talk about you and our lovely waitress this evening.”

“She’s only got eyes for your impressive, pillowy man bosoms.” Krem smirked. Lace sighed and jumped down from her barstool. The ground only moved a little.

“You’re wrong and I’m gonna prove it,” she stated, putting her hands on her hips. “Then I’m taking all that money from the betting pool and I’m going to buy you pants that don’t put my life at risk in the desert.”

Krem choked on his ale and Bull guffawed loudly before reaching over to slap his sputtering second on the back so hard, poor Krem was slammed right into the edge of the counter.

She turned on her heel and weaved through the crowd, but she caught Krem’s response just as she slipped out the tavern door.

“Chief, don’t you win if the Inquisitor makes a move tonight?”

As if the amazing, fearless, incredibly sexy Inquisitor and her adorable, kind, perfect girlfriend would ever, in their wildest dreams, make a move on Lace Harding.

The thought made her giggle as she tripped through the courtyard and up into the Great Hall. Varric looked up as she barged in. She pointed at him and he immediately threw his hands in the air in a silent plea for mercy. “Whatever the Seeker says, I’m not responsible. Swear on my chest hair.”

“The next time you go to step in varghest shit, I’m not stopping you.” She narrowed her eyes.

Varric didn’t even look contrite. He simply grinned. “Found out about the bet, Freckles?”

“Yes, and I’m putting a stop to it right now,” she declared, sailing past his table.

“Maybe best to wait until tomorrow!” Varric called after her.

“I’m not sodding waiting just cause you think you may win this bet if I wait until tomorrow,” she yelled back.

The only answer was his throaty chuckle. “Have it your way, then.”

She was going to. And it wasn’t that Lace was paying attention to the Inquisitor and her lover. Everybody knew that Issala Adaar liked to take her dinners in private with the Ambassador.

Lace had never spun a flower between her fingers and wondered what they talked about. Never dreamed of them exchanging tender kisses over imported chocolates and the expensive wine from Orlais.

She certainly had never pictured herself in the middle of them.

...okay, maybe she had. But just a little, and really, who could blame her? They were just… so beautiful. So perfect together. And it was honestly more than a little cruel for Varric and the rest to tease her for it.

When Issala and Josephine found out about it, they’d firmly put a stop to it. Then Lace could go back to her fantasies in peace.

She pushed in the door to the Ambassador’s office, fully prepared to interrupt their dinner, too tipsy to even consider knocking.

And… she really should have knocked. Because it looked like the Inquisitor and Josephine had foregone dinner entirely and moved straight to dessert.

Lace stood frozen in the hallway while both of the other women whipped around to stare at her. They were on the wide, plush rug in front of the fireplace. It was a good thing they were so close to the flickering flames, because there wasn’t a stitch of clothing between the two of them. All Lace could see was scarred, pearlescent gray skin and dusky brown curves.

Oh. Oh no. Was this a sin? Was the Maker going to strike her down? Possibly. Hopefully.

Issala’s violet eyes blinked once. Twice. She swung her startled gaze from Lace in the doorway to Josephine. For a moment they all stared at each other in bewildered, loaded silence.

“Scout Harding,” Josephine finally began as if she was greeting any Inquisition member in her full regalia instead of her naked glory. “Do come in and close the door. I fear it’s rather drafty this evening.”

Maybe this was the Fade. Lace didn’t belong in the Fade, of course, but that didn’t necessarily mean anything. Weird things happened all the time. And honestly it was far more likely than Lace stumbling into an intimate moment like this and not being turned into cinders immediately.

“Is something wrong?” Issala shrugged her long white hair over her shoulder, hiding the pert globes of her breasts, but somehow that didn’t help Lace feel less distracted.

“I just- I… there’s a bet. And I shouldn’t have come. This was stupid. Really stupid. I’m so sorry,” she babbled, unable to tear her eyes from the glorious figures bathed in firelight.

“A bet?” Issala echoed, mystified. Lace almost wailed.

“Yes! That you two have a crush on me. And I was coming here to tell you and make them stop because we’ve got better things to do than debate why you’re sending me flowers or bringing me Orlesian chocolates or…”

“Oh,” Josephine’s lips fell into a tiny, distressed frown. “Did you not like the chocolates?”

“No they were great-” Lace protested. “It’s just… they’re because you’re nice. You’re both so nice. And pretty. Really pretty.”

Maker, she should not have had that second drink.

But to her shock, Issala’s skin flushed delicate pink. “You… you think I’m pretty?”

It was Lace’s turn to blink once. Twice. “Of course you are. You both are.”

Issala tore her eyes from Lace to look at Josephine again. Something silent and swift passed between them before Josephine demurely nodded. When Issala looked back, her eyes were sparkling with joy.

“We… may have a crush on you,” Issala whispered softly. “I know it’s silly, but… you’re so cute. And fierce. And the way you shoot your bow…”

Lace was definitely in the Fade. This couldn’t be happening. But Issala’s long, toned arm reached out, fingers curved gently. “Join us?”

Well. If she was going to get smited by the Maker for lusting after the Herald, she may as well enjoy it, right?

The first step felt unsteady, but the second came more eagerly. The fourth put her in reach of Issala, close enough for her small fingers to tangle with hers. Since she was on the floor, they were almost the same height, and Issala took ruthless advantage immediately, slotting her mouth over Lace’s before she could protest.

It was nice. It was so nice. Issala’s lips were wind chapped, but her calloused palms cupped Lace’s cheek so gently as her tongue pressed for entrance. It was the easiest thing in the world to give in, to allow herself to be thoroughly explored. Her heart pulsed in her ears and she reached out to grab Issala’s shoulders at the same time a very warm, silky soft body pressed against her from behind.

Then Josephine’s gentle lips found her ear, her nose tracing the delicate shell as she pressed butterfly light kisses down her neck. Lace was trapped between them, helpless as they worked together to make her weak in the knees.

The moment Issala released her lips, Josephine tipped her chin over Lace’s shoulder to demand a kiss of her own. She was so much softer than Issala, but there was a fierce passion in this kiss. One that threatened to ignite all the longing inside Lace and burn them all alive.

Somehow, her pants had vanished. Along with her boots. Issala’s palms were searing on her thighs as she slowly bunched up her shirt beneath her hands. Then she paused, suddenly disoriented.

“Lace…” she whispered, running her thumb over the long, jagged scar slashing over her abdomen. “How did you get this?”

Josephine released her lips and Lace panted for breath desperately. “Oh, um. Crazy story. There was a sheep and it got away from the flock and I chased it down, but there was a ravine and I fell in and… well, mother said I was lucky I didn’t bleed out before the healer got there. But I had to find the sheep.”

Issala’s smile couldn’t be more tender. She leaned in and placed one sweet kiss on the tip of Lace’s nose. “You always find what we’re looking for.”

“And we were looking for you,” Josephine murmured in her ear, helping Issala pull the shirt over her head. It was Josephine that made short work of the complicated undergarment beneath, leaving her bare before Issala’s gaze.

Josephine’s hands ran over her curves, a gentle exploration while her lips kissed the thousands of freckles covering her shoulders. Each swipe of the long, elegant fingers over her delicate skin made her want to whimper. Then Josephine giggled and wrapped her arms tight around Lace’s waist, pressing another kiss to her neck. “I am so pleased you liked the flowers.”

“How could I resist?” Lace asked weakly. “You sure know how to spoil a girl.”

“It is only polite when courting!” Josephine protested. “I would not want you to think our intentions were not honorable.”

“Well, they’re maybe a little dishonorable,” Issala half-laughed. Lace giggled.

“Can I taste you?” Issala’s eyes were dark with want. “Please?”

Lace almost choked on her answer. “I mean. If you want.”

Josephine pulled her backwards into her arms, cupping her full breasts in her hands and pressing a soft kiss on her head. “Allow us. We will see to all your needs.”

As if that promise wasn’t enough to make her soaking wet, Issala chose that moment to trail more kisses up the inside of Lace’s thighs. Lace whimpered and rolled her hips eagerly, far beyond caring about looking needy.

She was needy. She needed more.

Josephine’s fingertips brushed over her nipples just as Issala’s breath ghosted over her core. Lace has a moment to feel embarrassed before Issala swears softly. “You’re so beautiful, Lace. I knew you would be.”

Before she could deny it, and Lace certainly meant to, Issala’s pointed tongue slid along her folds and she could do nothing but moan helplessly and try to hold onto Josephine’s plush thighs.

Josephine soothed her softly while Issala teased her, sampling her arousal and exploring her most secret places. She melted back into Josephine’s embrace when Issala finally slipped her tongue between her folds to explore her core.

And then Josephine pinched her nipples lightly and Lace almost shrieked. Her hips stuttered upwards and Issala giggled, removing her tongue to slide up to the little bundle of nerves that ached to be touched.

But Maker help her, she’d never been touched like this. Between Josephine’s tormenting, clever fingers (she never knew they’d be so talented with more than quills) and Issala’s deft tongue (the Inquisitor had always seemed too quiet), she was a mess in moments. And yet Issala continued to ravish her, savor her like those fancy chocolates they all loved. Josephine kept whispering soft, musical words of endearment in her ear and playing her body like an instrument.

Then Issala’s fingers slipped inside her fluttering core and Lace’s moans could probably be heard the whole way to the Western Approach. She rocked into the touch, greedy and desperate. Josephine allowed her, encouraged her, and Issala’s tongue swirled just right.

Lace screamed both their names as she crested the wave of the most powerful orgasm she’d ever had, riding out the sharp jerks of her body while Issala hummed her satisfaction and Josephine held her tightly.

When Issala looked up, her lips were shiny with slick and it made Lace’s stomach roll with anticipation.

“It is my turn now, yes?” Josephine asked in her ear. Lace grinned from ear to ear.

The only issue, really, was that Bull was going to win that bet after all.

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greensconnor · 4 years

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i’m asking about your dragon age characters

molly i would KILL for u im ur personal hitman now

anyway i said my city now because the entire bioware writing team sucks shit xoxo and i’m so much smarter than all of them but also fully incapable of having a normal amount of ocs for anything (see: the time i made 20 rwby ocs in less than two weeks) so i have. five worldstates here r some assorted thoughts

uhhh so the worldstates r as follows

eira mahariel (two-handed berserk/champ spec), rhett hawke (two-handed berserk spec), alas lavellan (mage knight enchanter spec), romanced alistair/fenris/dorian respectively

shiv tabris (dual wield duelist/assassin spec), radella “rads” hawke (mage spirit healer spec), kat adaar (two-handed reaver spec), romanced morrigan/isabela/cassandra respectively because im a pc gamer and i think i should be able to date whatever video game woman i like because im infinitely better than cishet men

this world state said yeah i respect mens rights. mens rights to shut the fuck up

twins bronson (sword/shield reaver spec) & bryant cousland (archer ranger spec), carmine hawke (archer assassin spec), syracuse trevelyan (dual wield tempest spec), romanced zevran/anora/josephine/bull. if ur wondering how that works my city now and the warden, hawke and the inquisitor should all meet and so they do because i Said So

riva amell (mage arcane warrior/battlemage spec), graham “gray” hawke (mage force spec), hellathen “hela” lavellan (archer assassin spec); romanced cullen/anders and later blackwall because hawke only likes men who will break his heart. hela doesn’t have a romance because she’s literally 20. who let her lead the inquisition (me it was me). also it should be noted the version of cullen i have in my head only vaguely resembles actual cullen because i write better than dragon age writers ever could and i gave him an Actual Cohesive Narrative and he gets bullied relentlessly for being scrawnier than his mage boyfriend

malien “mal” surana (mage spirit healer/keeper spec), jules hawke (sword/shield reaver spec), ash adaar (mage rift spec), romanced leliana/merrill/krem because i should have been able to kiss krem and its a Crime that i am not allowed to

knight enchanter is a Very op specialization and by Very op i mean it makes a mage with their built-in low constitution stats able to solo the biggest baddest dragon in the game on nightmare mode in under five minutes so like. alas lavellan fist fights dragons for fun send tweet

i think lavellans should be able to hit ppl with bricks for all the shit they endure. thus solas gets pranked by mahariel and alas by which i mean they just tip buckets of water onto him from the rookery

kat might be my only competent inquisitor but she did also try to knock out the right hand of the divine and attempt to gap even tho there’s fucky magic burning up her hand so does she have a brain cell? you decide

also its fantasy land and i do what i want so kat has blue/gold sectoral heterochromia

gray “mage rights” hawke is best friends with fenris which surprises literally everyone. their friendship started because they got into a fist fight and then they were like okay i respect u now. hawke is like hey fenris give me ur sword i have a fun trick to show u [uses his sword as a foci to zap carver in the ass with lightning]

i am Always thinking abt like how cullen could have been one man anti-chantry propaganda machine if he hadn’t so blatantly been shoehorned into every game past origins so anyway bioware forgot about a wholeass moon i can write what i like. [holds up cullen by the scruff of his stupid armor] not only are you bisexual you are also a bottom

i also Hate the whole uwu mage haters get fixed by romancing a mage

unlocked secret dialogue option where my inquisitors verbally cuss out dorian’s dad instead of whatever sympathetic narrative the writers were going for cuz its bullshit.

riva is a showoff and a Menace about being as good as he is because he unabashedly loves being a mage and hes like oooh look at me im sexy i dont need to use my hands to cast magic because i’m just that good ;)) and you know what. hes right.

gray, on the other hand, does Not want to be mage. he wants to be a druffalo farmer and retire in the hinterlands and be left the fuck alone. unfortunately he is gay and has one brain cell and terrible, terrible taste in men. ribbed relentlessly for this by riva (altho does he have room to talk hes been hung up on cullen since he was like 13)

shiv is trans n kieran is the result of doing the dark ritual with her wife and he looks a Lot like shiv (dark skin pointed ears, shock-white hair) and morrigan always just Assumed she dyed it or did something magic with it so seeing their kid come out like that was a WEIRD time for her

leliana almost Murdered by cassandra in worldstate 5 because the warden is Actually There The Whole Time, but its been 10 years, mal’s cut off all her hair and gotten full facial tattoos and she’s like “no one will know its me its fine” and she’s right. she gets away with it. only cullen like, Knows, because he knew her before the blight but he doesnt have a death wish n he like. will Not piss her off

shes dalish by birth n she was stolen from her clan by templars and thus is vehemently anti-circle and anti-chantry in general

uhhh the vallaslin (elf face tattoos) of my 4 dalish characters are:

eira = ghilan’nain (chose em cuz shes rlly interested in the navigation aspect of the goddess)

alas = falon’din (god of the dead n he picked them because he’s Also the god of fortune and alas is like tee hee fun but also he can and will kill u if u fuck with him so yk its fitting)

hela = june (god of the craft bc she likes to Make things but june is also the god who taught the elves 2 hunt and hela is. a hunter.)

mal = elgar’nan (allfather/god of vengeance bc. she is Vengeful. she is Angry. but yk fucking with shem politics and fucking their divine is like. mal may have little a retribution. as a treat.) yes she has the full half-face solid colour tattoo she does NOT fuck around.

bronson and bryant r not genetically identical but they Look similar enough 2 anyone who doesn’t know them well enough 2 play spot the distance. anora and bronson think this is a super fun game to play, especially when nobles realize they’ve swapped out the king but they’re too nervous to say anything

eira mahariel has two hands. one is for holding hands with alistair and the other is for throttling elven gods, apparently. she’s killed one before so solas she’s coming for your bitch ass next. watch urself.

speaking of eira and alistair are married thru dalish tradition and humans don’t recognize it n alistair loves 2 re-propose to her with random things. he’ll just pick up like. a bit of cheese and be like “marry me ;)” and she’s like GASP but whatever will the chantry say!!!! all of their friends r sick of them

“vhenan if you love me bring me a sword” “you think i could do better than a sword made out of space rock?” “:)”

eira is my youngest hero at 18 at the start of her game and kat is my oldest at 32 at the start of her game.

none of my hawkes are under six foot. rhett is the tallest (6′8″) and rads is the shortest (6′2″).

syracuse trevelyan would have been the Perfect inquisitor if he were not a pretty boy himbo and a gay bastard who does Most Things just to spite his parents.

[corypheus pointing at syracuse’s visage in his crystal orb thingo] i want that twink obliterated

i love the companions from older games return thing i truly do so i make it a point for Every companion to return in inquisition so the gang rlly is all here because i am a Slutte for found family

i lie in my keep worldstates because i dont want to choose between hawke and alistair during here lies the abyss but i never make him king and every time i play inquisition and cole has the wicked grace line it makes me Scream. alistair baby im so sorry i did this to you but i didnt actually do this to you

yes this is my everyone lives au but like. all the time. i have never left hawke in the fade and i do not intend to.

fuck whatever nonsense about wardens not being able 2 have kids. by sheer divine power (me) anora and bryant have three daughters; eleanor, sabina & cecelia n both bronson and zevran make Excellent uncles because i think anora deserves good things because i’m tired of bioware being like women bad, actually,

so like most of the time i have the warden & hawke turning up after the move to skyhold n then staying on, with the exception of bryant, carmine & mal. mal is as mentioned previously just There the whole time with her girlfriend. bryant steps in as king of ferelden w/ interests in closing the big hole in the sky spewing demons in2 his kingdom yk. carmine shows up because she wants to help & she wants protection for bethany but she outright says she’d rather die than be inquisitor so cassandra is shit out of luck.

“CHANGE HER MIND VARRIC” “she once doubled down on insisting amaranth was a shade of blue because she didn’t want to admit to being wrong. no one’s changing her mind seeker”

alas is the middle child of eight and is thus very good with children and also bossing around people older than him. 2 of his older siblings come to the inquisition when stuff in wycome has been settled

i left ash with the basic canon background with Some variation (he grew up under the qun and left of his own free will when his magic was discovered n he realized he couldn’t take living as a saarebas

kat on the other hand was raised tal-vashoth and has bounced around basically all over thedas and leads her own merc company when the conclave blows up. she also speaks multiple languages. is there a language she doesn’t speak? probably not

just realized how long this got so im gonna like. stop my general rambling now but lmao yeah theres some basics. waves hands.

#sol.txt #sol.orig #long post #late night followers im SO sorry for this #but also like.#i love them so yall just have 2 cope w/ it #no thoughts head dragon age #peonydarling

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that-one-french-guy · 4 years

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Demons of Love - An Adoribull story

Here is your fic for Fic-or-Treat 2019 @dragonofnevarra !!! I really do hope that you enjoy it! @fic-or-treat

Read it on AO3!

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Its… so cold… Skyhold was never this cold… Where… am I?

What… why is there so much fog..? Its.. its everywhere! Choking… the fog is too thick, can’t see where they’re gonna attack from…

No, this isn’t Seheron…! But the fear of dread, the thought fallen comrades, of innocents killed in the horrible wars that we raged…

An evil laugh…? Where…?

No…. NO! The fog cannot take you!

KADAN!!

The Iron Bull woke up in a cold sweat, panting and breathing heavily, the blankets a twisted mess on the floor where they must have fallen off in the middle of his nightmare. He whipped his head wildly around the room, trying to figure out where he was.

It’s just my room back in Skyhold… thank fuck…

Without a thought, Bull felt the other side of his bed idly. Empty and cold. Reassuring… the Iron Bull would have kicked himself for being so foolish enough to be so weak enough as to have a nightmare around… whatever they were…

It was an interesting thought, though… in his dream, Bull had called him Kadan… To his knowledge, it was only a mutual agreement between the two – I scratch your back, you scratch mine kind of deal.

“Fuck this, fuck emotions, fuck stupid Nightmare demons getting inside my head…” Bull muttered angrily, groaning and stretching as he got out of bed, picking up the tangled blankets and trying to arrange them neatly back on the bed. Once that frustrating task was over, he found his eyepatch and put it on, then worked on getting dressed for the long and tiring day ahead of him… it was going to be a fun day! Ha.

“C’mon, again!”

Whack!

Bull grunted, but stayed standing. “Again!”

Whack!

Bull groaned this time, his anger getting the best of him! “Oh, come on! This is why the Qun doesn’t like women fighting! I should’ve asked Cullen!”

At that remark, Cassandra – the wielder of this beating stick – gave Bull a hard glare and whack! Bull landed on his ass, right in front of the Seeker!

“Ugh… good one!” Bull called out, slightly in pain, as he stood up. From what he could see, it seemed that Cassandra was done helping him for the day, but she had passed on the stick to the Inquisitor, the tiny Tyla Lavellan, who seemed to be looking at him with a face of confusion and amusement.

“Hey there, Bull… what are you doing?” Tyla asked, laughter seemingly in her voice.

“Qunari training exercise.” Bull explained, wiping some dirt off his pants. “Its supposed to help you master your fears… been a while since I’ve needed it, but that nightmare demon at Adament was… big…”

“I mean, that makes sense… but can you explain to me why I need to hit you with this stick?” Tyla wondered, idly gripping the stick she was given.

Bull shrugged his shoulders. “I could try, I guess. It would probably involve a lot of Qunlat and Qunari words, though. Just hit me with the stick, alright? I need to get over this demon crap…”

And other things… his mind tried to tell him, but Bull shook those thoughts away. Later…

Tyla looked him up and down, but finally gave in. “Alright…” She mumbled, swinging.

Whack!

“There we go!” Bull grunted. Another whack! “Oh yeah! Damn demon! Who’s stuck in the Fade now!?!”

“Are you sure this helping? We’re working out your fear of demons… with a stick?” Tyla asked, confused, but still holding on tightly to the stick.

Bull grumbled, “Less talking, more hitting!”

Tyla just rolled her eyes, but hit Bull, nonetheless. Whack!

“Piece of Fade piece of crap!”

Whack!

“And who killed you?!? The Iron fucking Bull!!” Bull roared out, causing workers and people alike nearby to be slightly startled – which turned out to be a bad thing, because as Tyla went to smack Bull once more across the chest he caught sight of one Dorian Pavus on the steps of Skyhold, seemingly looking down to where he and the Inquisitor were. All those thoughts from last night came pouring back…

He’s gone, he’s dead… it’s all my fault, I couldn’t protect him… My fear cost him his life…

My love… my Kadan…

Bull groaned heavily as he wound up on his ass for the second time that day, again in front of the Inquisitor.

“Bull! Are you okay? I didn’t think that I hit you that hard…” Tyla said as she gave him a hand, which he graciously accepted, and once he was on his feet again she looked at him with a face of confusion and concern.

Bull groaned once again, taking a moment to wipe off more dirt from his pants, his eye squinted in deep thought. “No, it wasn’t you Boss. Must’ve just been distracted by something is all. Don’t think that you beat the Iron Bull that easily!” Good! Play it off as a joke! Maybe she won’t question it further!

Tyla still held a look of concern in her eyes, but shook her head suddenly to seemingly clear her head of any thoughts. “Alright, if you say so Bull… I’m glad I that I helped you in some way – but if you ever need anything you let me know, okay?”

Bull just gave her a half-assed smile and ruffled her hair, making Tyla swat at his arm in anger as he chuckled lightly. They exchanged goodbyes shortly after, Bull hoping that the Inquisitor would forget about his momentary lapse in focus and letting his fear take over.

The Iron Bull just hoped that whatever the fuck was going on inside his mind would hurry up and finish up – he didn’t have time to be questioning himself. Muttering lightly to himself, Bull picked up his axe from where he set it earlier this morning, and went on his merry way to find some Chargers to pick on.

Hey, if he can’t find a way to work out his emotions in a healthy way, what better way to vent than watching Krem try to fend off ALL the Chargers at once?!? Ha!

The cold… Bull had gotten used to the bone-chilling, unnatural cold that seemed to penetrate his entire being when he dreamed of the Fade.

Or, well, nightmare is the more correct term, isn’t it?

Either way, this one felt… different. Bull felt like he were awake, like he was back in the Fade, just like at Adament, but something seemed off… there wasn’t any fog, which was unusual because that was his greatest fear, wasn’t it?

Wasn’t it?

Bull walked around the sickly green and barren landscape of the Fade, nothing in sight for miles. He was getting concerned now – where was the damned demon controlling his fears?! He didn’t want to be stuck in this damned nightmare for any longer than he needed to be!

It felt like an eternity until something finally happened… Bull heard a laugh, no, THE laugh, that had been haunting him for weeks! Bull ran like he never had before!

If I can get there in time…! I CAN save him…!

Bull kept running and running, breathing and panting heavily, not caring if he dropped dead any second from running so hard – he just needed to get there in time!

But he was too late, like always. This time was the worst – he could see his Kadan. Usually they were surrounded by fog and then his Kadan would disappear with screams for help and then screams of death… Bull felt his soul leave his body at the sight.

Those stupid, pesky fearlings were surrounding Dorian, crawling up him and creating a physical barrier of spider demons between him and Bull. Dorian was crying out for help, but the evil laughter kept booming and drowning out his pleas. With a shout of rage, Bull took his axe from the scabbard on his back and began killing the demons with a blood-fueled rage. They kept biting and scratching at him as he hacked away, and he swore and cursed them out the entire time. He yelled in anger and fear, and a little bit of heartbreak in there too, as he beat the spiders down until the only sound he could hear was his own ragged breath as he took in the sight.

His entire body was covered in guts and that demon goo that all the bastards spit out when the died – his axe was in no better shape. The corpses of the spiders were carelessly thrown all over the ground, that demon goo covering every visible surface…but where was Dorian…?

Where the HELL was Dorian?!?

Bull began screaming like mad as that evil laughter returned… Bull was digging through piles of demon corpses until he caught sight of it.

Bull’s breath hitched as he pulled Dorian’s mangled body from under the piles of goo and viscera that was left over from the bloody battle. He was already going cold, his once sparkling eyes dead with terror and fear the last thing that the most beautiful person in the Iron Bull’s life will remember…

It was weird. This time Bull didn’t wake up shouting or yelling. Instead, his heart was beating fast, his breath hitching, and he felt… tears… running down his cheeks.

Strange… Thought the Iron Bull, as he quickly wiped them away.

Just then a soft noise made him snap back into focus. He whipped his head around wildly in the dark, until his eye settled on the round shape in the blankets next to him, snoring softly in his sleep. Bull softened, settling back down as he realized it was just Dorian – he tried to breath evenly and get his heart rate back in control after the fact, but his body just didn’t seem to want to do anything that Bull told it to.

Bull bit the inside of his cheek lightly, contemplating waking up the sleeping ‘Vint or to try and fall back asleep. His inner thoughts of fear won over, and Bull lightly kicked Dorian who made sounds of protest at the motion.

“Hey, your snoring woke me up – learn to be quieter, why don’t you?” Bull muttered as Dorian surfaced from his cocoon of blankets, his hair that adorable mix between ‘I’ve just been fucked’ and ‘sexy morning after’.

“Vishante kaffas, Bull… why couldn’t you just leave me be? I was having such a nice dream too…” Dorian mumbled out, looking to the Iron Bull as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Bull’s heart pounded with this unusual feeling as he stared at Dorian’s surprising beautiful face – well, it wasn’t like the ‘Vint wasn’t beautiful for a man, it was just that Bull seemed to be seeing him in a new light – and coughed lightly to try and dissuade his strange thoughts.

“Uh, yeah, sorry ‘bout that…” Bull grunted, closing his eyes and sighing. Should he tell Dorian about his dreams? Would that change anything about their ‘arrangement’?

“Hmph.” Dorian grumbled, giving Bull a look of irritation and went to swaddle himself in the blankets, when Bull reached out for his arm.

“Wait, sorry. There’s something else I need to tell you…” Bull spurted out suddenly, catching Dorian unawares as he stared at the Qunari with an inquisitive look. “Uhm…”

Dorian looked at Bull expectantly. “Well? Are you going to say anything, or can I get back to sleeping?”

Shit, how the fuck am I supposed to deal with these stupid feelings?! What the fuck, The Iron Bull?! Did you just forget your entire training as a legit-ass Ben Hassrath spy?!?

“Bull, what do you need? You’re starting to freak me out…”

Fuck, guess we’re just gonna go for it… “I’ve been having nightmares of when we were stuck in the Fade with that shitty Nightmare demon, and every night it shows me a different way that you die some kind of gruesome death.” Bull spit out in one long breath, looking to Dorian with a face of panic. Dorian just kind of.. stared at Bull for a few uncomfortable seconds.

“Venhedis, Bull… well, I was not expecting that…” Dorian replied, looking to Bull with concern lacing his features.

“Fuck, sorry. I’ve been having these fucking nightmares for two fucking weeks and I swear I’m going insane and I feel like shit thinking that there was nothing I could do to save you from death. I mean, that fucking bastard of a demon would just laugh as I cried over your dead body every single fucking night – ”

Dorian cut off Bull. “Vishante kaffas, Bull! That’s horrible! Why are you having such vivid and horrid dreams like this, and why am I the subject of your terrible nightmares like this?!”

“Well, at first I thought it was just my fear of demons manifesting as a fear of not being able to save my teammates, since you were there with everyone else, but then I realized I –” Bull cut himself off before he literally just declared his love for the man sitting not two feet away. Bull looked away in plain embarrassment, another stupid emotion he wasn’t used to dealing with.

“What? What did you realize?” Dorian pressed, making Bull all the more uncomfortable but all the more wanting to confess everything.

Well, here goes nothing I guess! “… That you are Kadan…” Bull whispered meekly, looking away once again, this time feeling a slight rush of heat to his cheeks.

Dorian tilted his head in confusion. “Is that some kind of Qunari insult or something, Bull? If you didn’t want to tell me the truth, at least have the curtesy not to insult me… kaffas…”

“No, its…” Bull paused, taking a breath and looking to the gorgeous man beside him. “It is a Qunari word, yes, but… it means my heart, a term of endearment for your most intimate partners in Qunari culture...”

“…Oh.” Dorian replied shortly, looking away suddenly. Bull furrowed his brows, hoping he didn’t just ruin the one good thing the two of them had going on.

“I… apologize, Dorian. I’m sorry that this upset you so… I understand if you want to stop what we have, and just forget everything I said – ”

Dorian once again cut off Bull, but this time with a ferocious and intense kiss which started Bull, but who immediately sunk into the good feeling.

“Fuck, kaffas, no, Bull. There is no way in hell that I want this to end. I’m… not too good with emotions and feelings, and frankly relationships in general, but all I know that this… feels way too good to be wrong. I’ll admit, I don’t want it to be just sex, but I never knew you felt this way either… To me, you would be Amatus… like your Kadan, a very passionate term of endearment…” Dorian explained, a blush clear on his cheeks as he looked to Bull with a slight smile.

Bull smiled big and wide and pulled Dorian into another passionate kiss, this one full of all the intimate feelings each man felt for the other spilling into their actions.

“My Kadan…”

“My Amatus…”

In the rising sunlight, the two men embraced as a whole, now feeling the entire weight of everything lifted off their shoulders as their feelings were in the air and were reciprocated. As if they were reborn as one, their newfound love for each other fueled their passion – all death and nightmares discarded as those fears disintegrated as the Nightmare demon once did – for the deep love they each felt could save them from any other nightmares their shared lives would ever throw at them.

#my writings #dragon age inquisition #dai #dragon age #dorian x the iron bull #dorian pavus #the iron bull #fic or treat 2019 #nightmare demons #confessions of love #a gift!

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alright bro im gonna do all the ask so. U Know You're Doin Em Too

Hot read more since there’s so maaaaaany

1. if you were to have Hanahaki disease, what flowers would you cough up?

I feel like this is entirely based on who i’m feeling the one sided love for? (I googled Hanahaki disease and i’m all about that shit no doubt there) But like, maybe daffodils?

2. if someone were to catch Hanahaki disease for you, what flowers would they cough up?

Uh Roses motherfucker, you’re welcome

3. if you were any historic trope, what would you be? (i.e., the knight, the town baker, the witch of the forest, etd.)

Ok so like on the one hand I love lances, so fucking much, so I’m like big into Knights for that and like protecting people (and/or a beautiful prince cause like, you know), but I also really love the idea of just being like, a traveling fighter of some kind, leading a troupe of loveable idiots or being in a troupe as a loveable idiot. I want to be Iron Bull is what I’m trying to say I guess????? or like, Krem? who knows

4. tell us about your ideal battle outfit.

Ok so I’m torn again. Cause protection and ease of movement are super important, so like a breastplate and some kind of back protection, maybe a shield? or maybe a sick gauntlet arm like Ike from Fire Emblem cause he knows what’s up, and then some minor leg armor to keep the front of my thighs and calves safe and like a shield since those fuck am I right?? On the other hand: If you look like a Thot, the enemy is distracted and an easy target. I’m talking chainmail crop top, plate armor booty shorts, stupid looking heel shoes(?) for maximum thot energy, and of course a whip, either that i use or just have for the thot energy.

5. what would you be a god/goddess of and what would people sacrifice to you?

I think like, a minor deity that helps people make small to mediumish choices (i.e. talk the left or right path, call or don’t call this person), and then like, a cute little charm that people just kinda crush or burn before asking about the choice feels good, feels organic.

6. name five iconic quotes that make you feel things.

Now, I don’t know a lot of quote to be honest, but here’s some paraphrased stuff:

“Now that larping exists dnd is like, not the least cool thing to do”- Travis McElroy

“Yeah I have a pickle allergy, what about it *Pickle eating sounds*” -Me, often

“I fucked your dad” -Me during a quiplash game? And often yeah I’ll admit this

I don’t remember what’s said, but the scene in the Count of Monte Cristo where he just shows off all his sick skills to be like “Yeah I’ll murder the fuck out of your homeboy if he tries to step up to me”.

“All Magicians are inherently inclined to kill” -That unraveled about Megaman robots who get sentience

7. scythe, battle axe, broad sword, spear or trident?

Ok so like, Scythe for formal occasions/when I want to just look good cause I think their a sexy as hell weapon, at me if you want to be I know I’m right. Battle Axes are cool and like, really useful during a siege since you can easily bust stuff down with it and it lets you cut spears in half so you look dope as hell, like, Hector of Ostia if you’re out there, yes you’re correct. Broad Swords are like, just in general really good, you can use it in a duel, a battle, a coronation, magic rituals if you’re really feeling fancy, the list is just endless, a real classic all purpose weapon. Spears are for fucking losers, fuck you if you use a spear sword fight me like a fucking real fighter or get out of here none of this reach bullshit. Tridents are like spears but just, inherently sexier? You know? Like 1 point is stupid and boring, but 3? that’s some good shit. But really fuck all these weapons whips are lances are where it’s at yes feel free to at me again.

8. what combination of natural scents would you use as perfume?

Now this i have like, actually no idea for, but like, just tons of flowers. I just take like a fistful of flowers and rub them on my face.

9. ancient scrolls or leather-bound books?

Oh you know I’m about that leather-bound book life! Fuck A scroll, that is just a piece of paper that is going to tear and be illegible in like 5 years. A nice bound book though? *Chefs kiss*

10. describe yourself as if you were a storm.

A summer rain. It comes in quickly and is gone by the turn of the hour. A brief respite during the dry season, and gone before it can become a disaster.

11. what type of flower (other than a rose) would you offer someone you were trying to court?

First of all op, get the fuck off my back Roses or nothing. Secondly a big sunflower.

12. honey in milk or cinnamon in tea?

Um, neither??????????????????

13. cabin in the woods, apartment in the city or mansion in the suburbs?

Honestly an apartment in the city would be nice but like, living in the woods is the prime chance to be a local mystery.

14. curtains of beads or lace?

Probably lace? Do beads block light?

15. vocal or instrumental music?

I am a big fan of instrumental

16. describe your ideal fantasy outfit

Step one, big cape, it doesn’t touch the ground while on my shoulders but goes about mid calf. Step two, leather armor, it’s light and easy to move in, and provides good protection. Step three, Mask, nothing like flashy, just a plain black mask, preferably a full mask if i’ve got some magic to see with not my eyes, other wise like a typical masquerade mask

17. of all the fantasy races to ever exist, which one would you be?

Fuck. This is so hard. I want to be, so many. No you know what, fuck it. I wanna be a Dragonborn Tiefling hybrid, I’m talking cool horns, I’m talking sweet tail, you already know I can spit literal fire out of my face. Fucking try and get at me I dare you.

18. hard candy, fruit preserves or spice cake?

I love hard candy to just suck on, but my teeth do not.

19. show us an a picture of your ideal crown.

if you don’t think this crown fucks, get out of my face

20. tying your hair up using ribbon, yay or nay?

I’ve had my hair long enough for that like once, and I don’t really like tying my hair up tbh

21. an evening in the forest with elves, a night in the caves with vampires or a morning in the garden with fae?

Um. Bold of you to say I’m not hitting up all these parties??? Like def vampires first since the elven party is advertised to go for like 5 hours, but we all know it goes on for like 4 months and I can’t party that long as a mortal you know. And like you hit the fae up last since you literally are gonna be stuck there the rest of your life after one (1) round of truth or dare

22. tell us, in detail, about a curse a witch would put on you.

Like, in all honesty the biggest thing a witch could do to me via curse would just be to make my right arm like full unusable. Not gone or broken. Just like, it’s slow, I can’t always get it to fully hold onto something so it drops everything, there’s always a small feeling of discomfort, not pain just a minor annoyance, in the knuckles of the hand.

23. talking with sylphs or singing with nymphs?

I get kicked out of the nymph singing area after four seconds of

24. mint, rosemary, basil or sage?

I fucking go wild for the smell of basil don’t even try me

25. favorite childhood story? (doesn’t have to be a fairy tale)

I remembered Inkheart recently and like, I honestly really liked that book

26. tell us about an experience you’ve had that seemed unreal or supernatural. (doesn’t have to be scary)

Sophomore year of college, I realized that all the people around me were people I actually enjoyed spending time with, and it just felt so weird to be there after all the just nonsense that had happened up till then

27. would you rather have poison or healing ointment in your traveling pack?

healing duh? You think I’d ever remember i have the poison one? nope not me!

28. tell us three sayings that you live by.

Try and be a little nicer, unless they really don’t deserve it. Walk away sometimes. Eat food and don’t think about it.

29. vials or mason jars?

Oh get me those vials baby!

30. describe your ideal masquerade ball outfit (mask included).

OH HELL YES. Get me that suit, it’s a sweet dark red with rose colored vest underneath, the jacket and pants have flower vines on them that 100% connect to a big ass rose on the back of the jacket. The mask is more or less this guy:

31. splashing around in a river with mermaids or flying through the sky with harpies?

I can literally swim any day so let’s fly

32. what would you end up in the dungeon for?

Ok i didn’t understand this one at first so I’m keeping my initial reply below and the real one is: You know I beat some like high ranking knight or minor noble in a duel to humiliate them and no i didn’t think it through so here i am lol.

3 things: A talking magic weapon (Probably a sword but i’m down for other options). A certain someone is going in and I’m not letting him go in without someone to keep him safe. There’s dragon eggs that work like the Eragon dragon eggs and I am already waist deep in dead enemies getting one of those babies.

33. if you were a fairy, what color would your wings be?

Take a wild fucking guess

34. if you could have any magical item, what would it be?

God this is so hard, but I think a magic flower that when you pluck one if its petals you can undo a recent event, up to like ten minutes or so.

35. what song would the bards sing about you when you passed by?

I’ll say the Death of Me by Meg Myers

36. would you rather be a pirate or a king/queen?

God that’s hard, Like yeah pirates are cool but i’d love to be royalty and just get to do good shit for the people and also not have scurvy.

37. would you spend more time in the field of flowers, the tavern, the docks or the marketplace?

Hmmm, I think the Tavern as like the number 1, and then a tie for docks and field, and the marketplace in last since i hate crowded areas i need to buy things in

38. would you have a painting of yourself?

Only if I ever ride a dragon and then have a painting to immortalize the moment, and only if the dragon helps me paint it

39. what skill are you famous for?

I mean, people know I sword fight, fight fight, and program, so like, those? and I guess my sick dnd skills

40. if you could live any fairy tale, which one would you?

Fuck if I can think of one!

41. stained glass windows or fairy lights?

Ok Stained glass windows literally slap so like, you already know

#romanarcadia

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