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[liza011]

Happy Friday! Would love to see ‘ Stay in bed, please. ’ from the Caring Prompt list for Dorian/Felix Alexius!

20. "Stay in bed, please." (Dorian/Felix Alexius)

Rating: M

Content Warning: smut.

For @dadrunkwriting.

@nirikeehan Thank you for the prompt. That was fun!

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Dorian woke to find Felix still next to him in bed, asleep.

He smiled at the sight. He looked peaceful, like he had finally slept well after a long time of restlessness. He reached out, gently running a hand over Felix's hair.

Felix stirred, not as deeply asleep as Dorian had thought he had been. "Dorian?" Felix asked, voice quiet and warm.

"Yes?"

"I'm glad you're here."

"I-" He was taken aback for a split second. He hadn't expected it. What he had expected, was Felix joking about the situation they now found themselves in. "Thank you." The next words were harder to speak aloud than he wished they were. "I'm glad you're here too."

Felix opened his eyes and smiled at him. "It's nice to wake up to you touching me like this."

He almost pulled his hand away out of instinct. "I admit, this morning feels a lot less awkward than I had anticipated."

"You thought I'd leave?"

"I did. You satisfied your curiosity and that's all I thought it was."

"It's not. I wouldn't have agreed to sleep with you if it had only been that." Felix touched Dorian's arm.

"You don't regret it?"

"No. Do you?"

Dorian shook his head. "I don't. I might have if you'd hated it. I care for you a great deal." He paused. "Would you like breakfast?"

"Are you changing the subject?" Felix grinned.

"I am not. I'm just concerned you may be hungry."

"No. Breakfast can wait. For now, stay in bed, please." He propped himself up on his elbows and leaned over Dorian. "Can I kiss you again?"

Dorian reached up, placed his hand at the back of Felix's neck and carefully pulled him closer. "Yes."

He did, and Dorian felt his whole body fill with warmth.

"Can I touch you again?" Felix breathed into his mouth.

"Yes."

Felix ran his hands along Dorian's neck, down his stomach until he had reached his cock. 

He stilled, looked to Dorian for confirmation.

Dorian nodded and Felix stroked him with two fingers, light and teasing, and Dorian felt the heat build up, he quickly got hard. Then Felix was placing kisses where he'd run his hands moments before.

Dorian's sighed when Felix circled his tip with his tongue before closing his mouth around him and moving down, then up again his entire length.

It drew a moan from him. "It feels so good."

Felix chuckled, his mouth still around him and the slight vibration sent a shiver through Dorian. When Felix began stoking his balls with his free hand, and he flicked his tongue over his tip once again, Dorian's hips bucked. A few drops of cum trickled out and Felix pulled back, spread it and massaged only his head with his hand, lightly squeezing, rubbing, while watching Dorian curl his fingers into the bedsheets. His lips were parted and his breaths starting to get heavier.

Felix kissed him again, his hand kept working Dorian's cock while his tongue pushed into his mouth again.

Dorian groaned, uttered a spell as Felix's hand closed around him fully, making it slick. Felix stroked him faster, increased the pressure on his downwards movement and firmly rubbed his tip when he went back up again.

Felix broke off the kiss, smiling as Dorian's moans and groans grew in volume as he got closer to release.

He came hard, spilling into Felix's hand before collapsing with a pleased sigh. "That was lovely." He cleaned Felix up with another spell. "Thank you."

Felix caressed his cheek. "Are you happy?"

"I am." Dorian kissed him again and felt Felix's throbbing erection against him as he pulled him into a hug. "Now let me take care of you. You're already as hard as a rock, just pleasuring me."

Felix chuckled. "I would like that."

[vonuberwald]

For DA Drunk Writing: …goodnight. Maybe for Hawke and a partner of choice? Only if you'd like of course.

It was long past midnight, and they'd been drinking and talking for a long while now, the atmosphere between them easier than it had been in months. It wasn't that they had both forgotten; it was just getting more difficult for Soren to be angry and hurt with Fenris, and Fenris himself seemed to be relieved that Hawke hadn't pursued him on the matter of his abrupt turnaround after their night together.

Tonight, they'd gone straight back to Fenris' place after a day of gathering pointless crap around the Coast. Anders had joined them for a while but had long since pleaded exhaustion from yet another full clinic and retreated back to the room Soren had forced on him back at the estate. So now it was just Soren and Fenris, a respectable distance apart in what passed for the main living room, left to their own drinks and devices.

They drank in companiable silence, the only noise the muted crackling of the fire as it started to die down. Soren was leaning against the threadbare sofa closest to it, staring at the dancing shadows on the hearth until a soft snore caught his attention and he looked over to see Fenris flat out on the divan next to the window. He was hugging the bottle of wine to his side, a little smile on his face as he breathed deep and evenly. With a soft chuckle, Soren stood, placing his mostly empty bottle on the bare mantlepiece and walked over to him. Snagging a thin blanket draped across the top of the divan, he covered the elf with it, gingerly retrieving the wine bottle as he did so.

With a last lingering look at the beloved face in front of him, he gave into impulse and, leaning forward, planted the lightest of kisses on Fenris' forehead, whispering, 'Goodnight,' before straightening and turning to leave before he did something stupid like try and curl up with him.

Closing the front door quietly behind him, Soren hunched his shoulders against the unexpected chill from the wind coming from the seaward side of the city and made his way home, the almost fever-warmth from Fenris' skin still on his lips.

@dadrunkwriting

[manfrommars2049]

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[liza011]

HAPPY FRIDAY LIZA!! What about "sacrifice" for Zevran/Cole???? 👀 Love to see what you do with this one!

18. Sacrifice (Zevran/Cole)

Rating: M

Content Warning: mention of suicide and death of loved ones.

For @dadrunkwriting.

@nirikeehan Thank you for the prompt. That was a lot of fun to write!

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"You tried to be where they are."

Zevran's eyes snapped open at the sound of the voice. He had taken shelter at Skyhold after completing a mission for the Inquisitor and now he found himself face to face with a young man who was staring at him from under a curtain of blond, shaggy hair. Zevran wondered why he hadn't heard him approaching. He wasn't easily caught off guard. It bothered him, but he hid it with a smile.

"Yes."

The young man sat down next to him on the bench in the garden. Zevran shivered, even though the sun was shining and it was warm outside.

"I'm Cole," the young man introduced himself.

"Zevran." He paused. "I don't know how you know about that, but if it eases your mind, I won't try again."

"You're lying."

Zevran let out a chuckle, his smile turning into a smirk. "You're very perceptive."

"I could help," Cole offered.

"I'm sure the Inquisitor wouldn't appreciate it if you assisted me in killing myself," Zevran stated bluntly. "If that's even what you meant."

Cole held up a blade. Zevran's blade.

Zevran stared at the empty sheath at his belt. He hadn't noticed him taking it.

"I could do it," Cole spoke. "I can just make them forget that I did after."

Zevran tried to recall the last time he'd truly been frightened after facing the Archdemon with the Hero of Ferelden and couldn't. He'd been too depressed to be frightened right up until this moment.

The tip of his dagger met his neck and Cole looked up at him, his eyes bright blue, like the sky above them.

"All I have to do is give a little push and you'll join them," Cole whispered. "But you no longer look so sure you want this..." The smile that spread across Cole's lips made him uneasy. "I could make you forget they ever existed instead."

Zevran was surprised at the sting he felt at the words. "No. I don't want to forget the sacrifice they made."

Cole handed him back his blade. "You don't truly want to die either. You just want the pain to stop."

"Perhaps you're right."

"It will fade with time." Cole placed a hand on Zevran's shoulder. "And while you heal, you have a friend in me. I know it's hard, but I hope you realize they would have wanted you to live even after they're gone."

When Cole let go of his shoulder Zevran felt a bit lighter. "Thank you."

[liza011]

Happy DADWC can I get Zevran and "frost" as the prompt?

16. Frost (Zevran/m!Surana)

Rating: T

For @dadrunkwriting.

@realace Thanks for the prompt.

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Zevran joined Aiden at the shooting range inside the palace courtyard. Even though both their faces were covered with scarves to keep them protected from the biting cold, Aiden could see that Zevran was smiling, the soft, tanned skin around his amber eyes every so slightly wrinkled. The sight was breathtaking.

"Your eyelashes have frost on them," Zevran chuckled. "It looks beautiful."

Aiden was still taken aback every time Zevran complimented him.

"Thank you." He wondered if he'd ever get used to them. He liked them, but sometimes he thought he didn't deserve them.

"Remember to keep your elbow up," Zevran reminded Aiden as he drew his bow.

He did and fired. He hit the target off-center.

"Not bad," Zevran said.

Aiden laughed. "I don't think we're seeing the same thing."

"It landed." There was admiration in his tone. "If there was poison on that arrow, they would drop. It wouldn't matter it wasn't a killing shot."

"I won't always have poison on hand," Aiden remarked.

"You mean you can just conjure some?"

"Not any that I can put on an arrow, no."

"Well if that is so," Zevran pulled an arrow from Aiden's quiver, "take another shot. Aim lower and further to the right than you think you need. You're still a bit shaky on release."

With Zevran's help, he got closer and closer to hitting the bull's eye.

"Last arrow. Think you'll get it?" Zevran teased.

"Probably not."

"I like that you're keeping your expectations realistic," Zevran told him.

Aiden aimed, drew his bow and fired.

He didn't hit the bull's eye, but he had gotten close.

"Want to have a go as well?" Aiden asked and moved to retrieve the arrows.

"Of course, especially since you love watching me."

"That I do."

When Aiden returned to him and handed him the quiver, Zevran placed a hand on his shoulder. "Thank you, my love."

Aiden stilled at the touch and forgot to breathe for a moment. "You're welcome."

"I find it fascinating that I have such an effect on you still, even after all this time," Zevran chuckled.

"You always will. You're so good to me."

Zevran hugged him, then took his place at the range.

Aiden watched him shoot, repeatedly hitting the bull's eye until he had no arrows left.

Zevran took a bow. "I hope you are impressed."

"I am."

"Good. Now let's go back inside before your eyelashes aren't the only thing that freezes."

[liza011]

Hello. For DADWC, I'd love to read one of the Nature prompts 'Planting a tree' for any of your characters/pairings. Happy writing.

15. Planting a tree (Cole/m!Lavellan)

Rating: Mature

Content Warning: death, wildfire, mention of smoke inhalation.

For @dadrunkwriting.

@cleverblackcat Thank you for the prompt. Felt like writing something sad again for a change.

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Cole put a hand on Lir's shoulder as he kneeled on the burned ground and gently placed the tiny sapling in the hole he had dug.

"I'm sorry your friend died," Cole said quietly.

"Thank you."

The wildfire in the area had consumed the forest and in the chaos, one of clan Lavellan's people had perished. She'd been trapped by a fallen tree and unable to get away from the smoke, it had burned her lungs and she had been dead way before the flames even reached her.

This was the spot she had lost her life and Lir had promised her that he would plant a tree over her grave, so now, with no body to bury, he planted it in her ashes.

"She was glad everyone else got away. She hoped you wouldn't miss her too much," Cole whispered. "She had a good life. She was happy that she got to grow old."

"I know. It still hurts, though. And I do miss her, a lot." He smiled. "Sorry, Lethallan. You should have known I would."

"She didn't want it to tear you apart."

"Of course. That's just like her."

Even through his smile, he felt the tears sting in his eyes. He started filling the hole back up, securing the tree inside it.

"There will be one at this spot in the Fade," Cole told him. "If she's there, she'll see it."

The thought was comforting. "Maybe we should go and visit it when I'm asleep?"

Cole nodded. "Yes. We can go there."

[liza011]

Hi liza!! I’d love to see Cole/Krem for dadwc with the prompt “gifts”

17. Gifts (Cole/Krem)

Rating: G

For @dadrunkwriting.

@rosella-writes Thank you for the prompt. I love these two.

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Krem was resting in his room when Cole knocked on his door. When he opened, Cole was holding an amulet out to him.

Krem felt warmth radiating from it, and recognized the tingle of magic that it held.

"It's for you," Cole said when he didn't immediately take it.

"For me?" He was surprised.

Cole smiled. "Yes."

Krem took the amulet from him and stepped aside, letting him in. "What's the enchantment on it?"

Cole sat down on his bed, patting the space beside him. "I'll tell you if you sit with me."

The response made Krem chuckle. "What if I don't wish to sit right now?"

"But you do."

Krem joined him. There was no fooling Cole.

As promised, Cole told him, "It's a lifeward amulet. It will prevent you from dying, just once, then the gem inside will shatter."

"You care so much for my safety that you'd give me this?" He was touched.

"Yes."

"Thank you, Cole. I appreciate it."

Cole hugged him. "You don't have to thank me for that."

Krem wrapped his arms around him and held him tight. "Stay with me for a while."

Cole did, happy to spend time with Krem.

[liza011]

happy dadwc friday! sending you “a field of flowers” for isabela & f!hawke :)

14. A field of flowers (Isabela/f!Hawke)

RATING: G

For @dadrunkwriting.

@bigcheezey Thank you for the prompt. This was interesting to figure out. I haven't written Isabela before.

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Riona Hawke lay in bed, below deck, the waves gently rocking the small sailboat. She looked peaceful.

Isabela smiled and gently ran her fingers through Riona's silky, black hair. She had started growing it out after leaving Weisshaupt, and now it already reached to her shoulders. "Good morning, sweetheart."

Hawke let out a pleased sigh and opened her eyes. "Good morning."

Isabela looked back at her fondly, wondering if she'd ever get used to how warm she felt when she was with her. "Come up to the deck, we'll arrive soon." With those words, she left for the helm again.

Riona got up, stretched and followed Isabela.

The sun was just coming up on the horizon and the soft breeze caressed her skin. She loved being at sea.

"Look on the starboard side," Isabela said.

Dolphins had swum up, curious about the vessel.

"Aw, they're so pretty!" Riona exclaimed.

"First time seeing real ones?"

"Yes. We didn't encounter any wildlife during our journey to Kirkwall," she told Isabela.

"You should be able to see the island up ahead."

She did. It wasn't too far now and if the wind stayed the way it was, they would make it by noon. "Land ho!" Riona called.

Isabela laughed, clearly delighted. "You make a good sailor!" She meant it.

"Thank you!" Riona checked the rigging of the sail.

"All in order?"

She joined Isabela at the helm again. "Yes. So what's on this island that you wanted me to see? So much so, that you're leaving your crew behind for a week straight?"

"You don't want to ruin the surprise. And for the crew, they'll enjoy their time on land."

"Please, ruin the surprise for me," Riona begged. "I'm so curious!"

Isabela pressed a kiss onto her lips. "No." She stepped aside. "Take the wheel, it'll keep your mind off it."

Riona didn't argue and under Isabela's watchful eye she steered the ship towards their destination.

"Your tattoo has healed nicely," Isabela noted, taking a look at the red dragon on Hawke's upper arm.

"It did. I'm so glad it's no longer itching."

"The one on my back was horrible as well. I couldn't sleep."

They had gone to an artist in Rivain two months prior. Isabela had booked each of them an appointment on the same day, so she could be present to support Hawke during her very first session.

"Good thing I picked the side I do not sleep on," Riona chuckled.

Isabela groaned, "I knew what I was in for then I decided on the placement."

...

They arrived and secured the boat.

The island was large, but only held a single house that sat on a hill surrounded by fields of flowers. A pathway ran from the dock up to it. Sheep were grazing on the grass further from the dwelling and up ahead, Riona could see a few apple trees, neatly standing in a row. They had clearly been planted here.

"Wait, who takes care of the sheep? Are we visiting someone?" Riona asked. She'd been under the impression they were going to an uninhabited area to get treasure. Not this.

"Patience sweetheart, you'll see in a moment."

They knocked on the front door. It opened and Riona almost couldn't believe who was standing before her.

"Bethany!"

She hugged her sister tightly. It had been so long since she'd seen her last.

"It's so good to see you!" Bethany said. "Isabela wrote me weeks ago that she'd take you to visit."

Riona let go and turned to Isabela. "Thank you so much for bringing me here!"

"You're welcome. Now let's go inside. We all have a lot of catching up to do!"