Maybe a few more details on the Green Lantern sleeping piles and the League's reaction to it please?
It is generally known that the Green Lanterns from earth end hop in massive cuddle piles when things have gotten too stressful. They sleep in one bed, limbs wrapped around each other, warm and comforting. After she becomes a Green Lantern Jessica Cruz joins this cuddle pile and sticks to Simon while she sleeps.
Batman thinks this is a ridiculous sleeping arrangement. He isn’t jealous, not at all, nope. He thinks its silly and he won’t be dragged into conversations about it so stop asking. The League is a serious group, not a slumber party.
Wonder Woman simply says that they often chose to sleep in groups on Themyscira for comfort and warmth in winter. Its not an unusual idea for her and she thinks its wonderful that the Lanterns have found comfort in one another.
Superman thinks its great. He always wanted to have slumber parties as a kid but it wasn’t really a good idea. Sometimes, when the other league members aren’t around to make comments, he sleeps near the room the Lanterns are using and listens to their hearts beating softly in their sleep.
Barry wants to know why he isn’t invited. Wally complains much the same but in a more annoying voice.
Superman thinks it might be a good idea if the league was closer, sleeping in a cuddle pile might be a way of achieving this! Sadly the vote doesn’t work.
Jason/Kyle maybe the Lanterns and Bat family reactions to their relationship
Kyle had watched as his fellow Earth lanterns had digested the news.
John had quirked a smile and offered his congratulations, Simon had done the same (he’d never met the Red Hood and had no idea if he was a good guy or bad). Jessica had looked excited and smiled at him happily. He grinned at her.
Had, on the other hand, made a confused face and glanced at Guy who returned the look.
“You sure about this?”
John glared at him. “He’s happy, that’s all that matters.”
Guy shrugged and clapped a hand on Kyle’s shoulder. “Can’t say I approve but its your life kid. If he does anything we’ll get him back for it.”
A round of agreement. Kyle let out a quiet sigh. At lest they cared for him, right?
—-
Jason had only let it slip because Kyle had wanted things in the open. He’d do anything for Kyle, he really liked the guy. But this? It wasn’t what he’d expected.
Tim had actually looked pleased, sharing a happy and contended look with Bruce. Bruce was smiling. Bruce was smiling and it didn’t looked pained or faked. Jason had to pinch himself to check this wasn’t a strange fever dream.
He had expected some kind of sarcastic comment from Dick, was prepared to make a quip about Nightwing’s uneventful love life if he had to.
Dick just crossed his arms and nodded his head once. “You’re a pain in the ass but if he hurts you I hurt him.”
Damian grunted, possibly in agreement. Weird.
He pinched himself again, a little harder, when Bruce stepped up to him and put an arm around his shoulders. “I’m happy for you. Kyle’s a good man, you deserve something good.”
@barid-bel-medar omg cat Sinestro OK OK I can do that __ The cat was... Pink. Well, pinkish. A dark pink with flecks of black here and there, and the most unimpressed look on its face Hal had ever seen. And that was saying something when it came to cats. It mewled at him, hissed, and batted at his leg. "Some kid really got you with the chalk didn't they?" He murmured, picking it up by the scruff and putting it in the trunk of his (actually Barry's) car. "Guess I'll have to put up some posters or something... Maybe post online about you, huh?" The cat hissed again, the sound muffled by the trunk closing. There was a thud, a loud meow, and other definitely pissed off cat noises. This was probably a bad idea but if Superman could rescue kittens, so could he. -- The cat thankfully decided to be quiet and play nice when Hal picked it out of the trunk. It fidgeted in his grasp for a few seconds before settling down and sitting silently in the crook of Hal's arm. He bumped the door open with his hip and set the cat on the couch before rummaging through the refrigerator for anything he could feed the damn thing. "I don't suppose you like pizza, huh?" The cat hissed. "That'll be a no." A few hours later he was half asleep on the couch, football playing in the background, and the cat was curled up next to him purring softly. He ran his fingers through the soft fur and didn't even notice the lack of dust on his fingers. -- Sunlight woke him, dawn's pink light drifting through the window and bringing Hal's senses back to life. He frowned and shuffled closer to the warm presence at his side. Had Barry taken a copy of his key again? It didn't matter, as long as his warm pillow didn't move. The pillow decided to grunt and curl closer to him. The scent of wild grass and burning wood filled his nose. When he cracked one eye open he was met with an expanse of dark pink skin and a dusting of black chest hair. The blood rushed from his face, made a trip to his chest and down to his stomach before rushing back and making his cheeks feel like they were on fire. It hadn't been a cat, had it? Hal looked up as far as he could without moving. Definitely not a cat. Sinestro was asleep, mouth hanging open and a look of soft irritation on his face, completely naked on Hal's couch. That was one for the books.
Dorian was talking again. He was reciting something, voice rising and falling as he expressed disdain or disbelief at whatever it is he was reading.
The Bull was laying back against the bed frame, body lax and boneless after the long days travel back to Skyhold from the Hinterlands. Dorian had already been in his bed when he’d gotten to his room. Naked, fire in his eyes, and the Bull had fucked him until neither of them could move.
Clearly Dorian wasn’t tired enough to sleep, though. He had picked up a book from beside the bed (and when had he started keeping books in Bull’s room?) and began to read.
“But really, how could a mage even accomplish that sort of ritual without at least losing their own limbs? Absurd,” he muttered the last word, flicking the page over and resumed his reading. “The three witnesses were later found to be false. Well, of course, anyone would have known they were lying. Honestly.”
The Bull listened with half his attention on the words, the other half just on the sound of them. Dorian’s accent was sharp, precise, the pronunciation of the words foreign to Bull’s ears. The ‘Vints he had listened to in his old life had spoken in Tevene. Dorian didn’t unless he was cursing or really being fucked.
Dorian’s voice was pretty damn beautiful. It had two main modes; dangerously harsh or dangerously soft. When he was angry his voice was like ice, despite his fiery temper. Dorian could say little (though he rarely did) and you would be left with shards of ice in your chest. His words became clipped, the sounds harsh and brittle. When he was happy, however, it was far more dangerous.
Honey. Honey or chocolate, Bull couldn’t decide. But Dorian’s voice was smooth and seductive when he was in a good mood. He would stretch the vowels, elongate his words and damn his mouth was so pretty when he spoke like that… It was a distraction. The Bull had found himself missing half of Dorian’s conversations because of his voice, his lips, his mouth.
Like he was missing this one.
Dorian punched his arm. “You’re not even listening, are you? I suppose you wouldn’t be interested in arcane theory, really, would you?” His voice changed, took on a bored tone that was entirely false. He placed a marker between the pages and put the book down.
“Maybe next time you could bring something a little more my type,” the Bull suggested.
“Like what? How To Disembowel Anything With More Than Two Limbs In Less Than Ten Seconds? Hardly appropriate literature for the bedroom,” Dorian tipped his head and raised a brow. His voice lifted at the question, lowered to the last statement. It was like listening to art.
The thing that really got to Bull was how it wasn’t Dorian’s voice crying out in pleasure that stuck in his mind when he was away. It was all the little inflections, the curled r’s and clipped vowels. It was just the way Dorian spoke generally. Bull loved that just as much, if not more than Dorian crying out his name. He hated to hear doubt or pain in that beautiful voice. Hated to think that Dorian would ever have to sound like that near him.
So he tried his best to encourage Dorian to talk. About anything and everything. Dorian usually complied. The Bull wasn’t the only one who loved Dorian’s voice.
It was infuriating, really, that he was reduced to such an emotion. Cullen was a man of honour, priding himself on his new-found control. He was one of the few ex-Templars to stop taking Lyrium completely, he had pledged himself to a goal and had seen that through. He was the commander of the reborn Inquisition’s forces.
To be jealous like this was degrading. He saw the Inquisitor ( “Hasting, please, we’ve known each other too long to go by titles”) placing soft touches on Dorian’s skin, kissing him, Dorian doing the same in return and… He ached. A twist in his stomach, prickling in the back of his throat. It was maddening and it was pitiful.
So, as their friend, he hid it. He kept the biting comments to himself, replaced them with niceties and encouragement. Yes, of course Dorian should stay in your rooms, it’s been at least two years. Indeed it would be wonderful for you to take a trip together. Of course, yes, very good. I’m happy for you.
But eventually it was noticed. Hasting had taken him aside with a caring frown, gentle and so kind with him, love and friendship in every touch. He had asked what the matter was. Why was Cullen so sullen?
“It’s nothing, I’m simply tired, that’s all;” Cullen ignored the instinct to reveal every single one of his demons to Hasting. Maker knew he had done enough of that already.
“It’s not nothing, anyone could see that. I haven’t seen you this frowny since… well, since Corypheus. Cullen, you can talk to me.”
Cullen looked at his friend, only your friend, and steadied himself. To be attracted to one man was expected, he had suffered that pain before, but to want two at once? And for them to already have one another? It was hellish.
“You and Dorian, you are… happy, yes? Together?” He asked under his breath.
Torchlight made the dark colour of Hasting’s eyes dance. Something like mirth took over his face. “Yes, we are. Sera thinks we should hide it better.”
Cullen smiled weakly, that awful prickling in his throat coming back.
“Cullen are- Wait. You’re not jealous, are you?” Hasting looked shocked, his face tilting in such a way that the damned torch lit it up further. Cullen almost swiped it from the wall.
His silence dragged on. It seemed long enough for Hasting to understand.
The Inquisitor pursed his lips and looked around. “This isn’t exactly how we’d planned, but… Well if I’m guessing right about this, you don’t want three to be a crowd, hm?” He shifted closer, a hand on Cullen’s arm. “Dorian and I are very happy. Pretty sure it’s the happiest either of us have ever been, but… We… We like you. You don’t need to be jealous. Come to my quarters after dinner, we can talk about it. All three of us.”
“What? I don’t-”
Hasting shushed him with a smile. “Just come. It’ll be worth it.”
The he walked away, smiling back at Cullen before turning a corner. Cullen stood there in the hallway with a sudden nervousness. The jealous twisting had subsided, replaced with an apprehensive warmth that fluttered in his gut.
It was the most relaxed he had been in months. There was homemade food in his belly, a good movie on TV and no responsibility for the next three days. Unless something attacked Earth. But that wasn’t so likely to happen…
Hal sat back on his couch and sank into the soft cushions. He was warm and comfortable. He had a beer in hand and nothing could be better.
Except for the fact the window suddenly burst open and frightened the shit out of him.
And, just to make things better, it was Sinestro. It was always Sinestro.
“Shit you scared the hell out of me!” Hal shouted, picking himself up from the crouched position he’d taken on the damn floor.
Sinestro considered him coolly, looking him up and down. “Boo.”
Okay, that had to have been a joke. Sinestro hardly ever joked. It wasn’t in his DNA. “Did you barge through my window just to make a joke? I’m assuming you’re here for more of a reason than that.”
“I need to borrow your lantern, my ring is low on power and my own battery is on Oa.”
“That doesn’t explain why you nearly put a hole in my building,” he said, crossing his arms. Sinestro ducked his head slightly, almost sheepishly, and mirrored Hal’s body language.
Adoribull - 18. “This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”
Dorian rubbed his eyes, pinched the bridge of his nose and leaned heavily back in his chair. This was his life now; engaging in childish trickery with the largest child he had ever known. He looked up at Bull and shook his head.
“Let me get this straight. You want to sneak into the kitchens in the middle of the day, as they prepare food, and take several items you won’t describe to me in order to place them in secret locations around Skyhold.”
“That’s about it, yeah,” the Bull grinned.
Dorian bemoaned (albeit half heartedly) the state of his current life and resigned himself to it. “This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had.”
Bull frowned slightly, an apology already forming on his lips.
“Of course I’m in.”
The frown disappeared and the following smile lit up his face like a Midwinter bonfire. Truly it was a beautiful sight, if a little terrifying when one thought of the inevitable consequences.
And, of course, the kitchen staff caught them. And, again of course, Bull managed to sweet talk them into “giving up the goods”. They wandered around Skyhold placing fruit pies and sweet rolls into the packs and hands of weary soldiers and mages. Dorian was only slightly surprised when one flavoured with cinnamon was placed in his own hand as the sun started to set.
“You don’t eat enough,” Bull said in answer to the unasked question.
Dorian nibbled on the pastry and ignored the warmth gathering in his body at the simple, thoughtful, wonderfully Bull action.
(Quick fic for arthulian starring his wonderful Inquisitor Faolan Lavellen. Or is it Lavellan? I can't remember. Also Iron Bull because they cute af) - Bull listened half-heartedly to the story being told somehow by all the chargers at once. It was the one about giant baiting, a true classic, and Cassandra was enthralled. But Bull had other things on his mind. Those other things being that he was a little hungry and that the Inquisitor was asleep on his lap. It happened a lot, nothing new between them or anyone else who frequented the tavern, but it was something Bull liked to focus on once in a while. Faolan was small, quick witted and (most importantly) a redhead. He was also very good at making Bull's eyes roll into the back of his head when he did that thing with his fingers, but that was besides the point. The point was that Faolan fit almost perfectly in the Iron Bull's lap. His head cushioned on one big thigh, body curled into a ball, snoring softly and drooling. Bull couldn't help but smile down at him. They had a sort of arrangement. Not a relationship, both of them would deny that, it wasn't romantic in any sense of the word. No. They fucked, laughed, drank and fought together. Sometimes they talked and shared stories. Sometimes all those things at once. When things got too heavy and he needed a little extra sleep, Faolan would lay his head down on the Bull's lap and drift off. It didn't matter where they were or if anyone else was around,he just would. Bull didn't mind, he would just make sure no one tried to wake the elf before he'd had a good rest. An hour later Faolan shot up with a "whussat" and blinked bleary eyed around the room before leaning heavily on Bull's side. He wiped his chin and yawned. "What did I miss?" "Nothing much," Bull started, "just giant baiting again." Faolan pursed his lips. "Ah. Alright, well I better..." He paused, looking at the door and back to the Bull's lap. Bull could see him considering report writing compared to more sleep. Sleep won. "Just a little longer..." Bull just smiled and ran his fingers through Faolan's red hair.
