#matchsies

[blarrghe]

A Complicated Match

Rating: E | Category: M/M | Words: 114,881 | Chapters 22/22

I have finished this saga!! Thank you to everyone who has supported it!

Summary: Dorian Pavus met the love of his life, quite accidentally, on a dating app called Matchsies. He resisted and he failed, he fell and he learned, and now he's actually... he's quite happy, impossible as it seems. But he is still from Tevinter, he is still avoiding his parents' calls, and he still hasn't told Taren everything.

Any minute now, something is going to ruin this.

Chapter 22: What Happens Now

Chapter Snippet:

Dorian rolled into the soft, warm comfort of Taren’s side, half out of blankets. He was sitting up, reading his book, drinking his coffee, comfortable and calmly smiling in the pale wash of sunlight that filtered through the room’s white curtains. 

He was stunning, though it no longer took Dorian’s breath away to note it. Dorian took this moment of drawn out peace to memorise him; the sculpt of his bare shoulders and their wandering tattoos, the flat of his chest and the tree climbing over it, stretched and wrinkled over the soft, strong frame of his torso in his comfortable recline. The soft, messy fluff of his slept-in hair, the slight curve of his lips in their resting half-smile. 

Memorise it. Keep it. Because soon —

But no, he was still there. Still his. None of it would vanish on contact. Dorian propped himself up and leaned himself over him, teasingly discarding his book without asking, pushing kisses up his neck and down over his stomach until he laughed. 

“Good morning,” Taren greeted him through his tickled laughter, a hand reaching down to ruffle into Dorian’s hair and then pull his face up by the chin. 

Dorian kissed his lips once, light and smiling, and then returned to his work. He kissed his belly, grazed a tease of his teeth over his hip bone, groped his thigh. 

“Good morning, amatus,” he muttered, his hands already pulling down the loose fabric of the boxer shorts Taren slept in. 

If Dorian had a favourite way to wake up, this was it. 

This was it.

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[elvhenfaer]

Forgot to post this because I’m a dum dum, really hoping Tumblr leaves it up.

About as finished as it’s ever going to be, Taren Lavellan & Dorian Pavus from Matchsies on AO3.

His back tat gives me life

From this chapter:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31505912/chapters/80125003

@blarrghe gets all the credit for this, honestly. I made some lines but ALL of the inspiration came from them.

[blarrghe]

This is a story about trauma and relationships and socioeconomics and questioning belief and searching for balance. It's also about finding your soulmate on grindr.

Matchsies | A Complicated Match

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[blarrghe]

Taren got a dog.

[blarrghe]

A Complicated Match

Rating: E | Category: M/M | Words: 89 486 | Chapters 18/21

Dorian Pavus met the love of his life, quite accidentally, on a dating app called Matchsies. He resisted and he failed, he fell and he learned, and now he's actually... he's quite happy, impossible as it seems. But he is still from Tevinter, he is still avoiding his parents' calls, and he still hasn't told Taren everything.

Any minute now, something is going to ruin this.

Ch. 18: Not Forever

Chapter Snippet:

It was not forever, that was what he said. 

Not forever, but one more month gave way into two, and that looked to be coming upon a third with no sign of change. 

Summer ended, and along went Dorian’s birthday, the day they’d met, that unofficial little anniversary slipping away. Taren’s classes started, the sunsets came earlier, storms rolled over the Amaranthine. Dorian’s book went to print, and Taren read his interviews in a Minrathous paper on his tablet. 

It was not forever. They called one another, and occasionally repeated that refrain. Mostly they just talked. It was still good, the talking. Dorian still told him about everything exciting and frustrating that went on in Tevinter, he still cared about the mundanities of Taren’s life. He asked questions, he made jokes, he told him honestly about his nights out and shared the gossip and politics of his friends and supporters. Sometimes there was sex, over the phone or through a camera, using his hands and his imagination. Every now and then, Dorian called too late, or after too many drinks, or for too short a time. He was honest, but he wasn’t there, and it hurt.  

It hurt, it hurt, it hurt.  

Even when everything lined up, when Taren wasn’t tired and Dorian wasn’t busy and the picture was clear, it hurt. He laughed, and it hurt. He smiled, and it hurt. He called him amatus, and it hurt . 

Taren was honest too. No one pretended that it did not hurt. If Dorian was late, he made up for it. If Taren missed him, he said so. Sometimes it felt like that was all he said. 

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you.  

It would not be forever. No one could stand this forever.  

[blarrghe]

A Complicated Match

Ch. 10: Alexius

Rating: E | Category: M/M | Words: | Chapters 10/?

Dorian Pavus met the love of his life, quite accidentally, on a dating app called Matchsies. He resisted and he failed, he fell and he learned, and now he's actually... he's quite happy, impossible as it seems. But he is still from Tevinter, he is still avoiding his parents' calls, and he still hasn't told Taren everything.

Any minute now, something is going to ruin this.

Chapter Snippet

Felix pressed down a key, then another. The notes rang out clear — of course the thing was in tune — and then complex, as Felix gently padded several fingers down in quick succession, playing out chords and intricate arpeggios.

"You’re going to get in trouble." Dorian hissed, sitting up straight and leaning forward. 

"I like trouble." 

Blighted idiot kid. Felix didn't know the meaning of the word. 

"You’re going to get me in trouble." 

Felix paused his playing and squinted back at him, his eye lingering on the lobe of Dorian's ear, pink where he’d been picking at the stitches. 

"It’s a bloody crime, keeping this thing cooped up in here." He turned back to the piano, and began playing again. 

[blarrghe]

don't know if anyone noticed but uh

I put a number on it.

[blarrghe]

A Complicated Match

Rating: E | Category: M/M | Words: 35 647 | Chapters 6/?

Ch. 6: Truth

From the top

Dorian Pavus met the love of his life, quite accidentally, on a dating app called Matchsies. He resisted and he failed, he fell and he learned, and now he's actually... he's quite happy, impossible as it seems. But he is still from Tevinter, he is still avoiding his parents' calls, and he still hasn't told Taren everything.

Any minute now, something is going to ruin this.

Chapter Snippet:

“I —” He put the bottle down on the corner of the little table that held Sera's old microwave and took a step across the small space. Dorian didn’t flinch away, and accepted it when Taren offered out his hand. “I won’t lie to you, alright? Ask me anything you need to, I’ll draw those truth-telling runes again if you want.” Dorian frowned back at him, but he held his eye. “But,” Taren sighed, “can we just agree that we’ve both been through some fucked up shit and to… whatever comes up, just love each other through it?” 

“I… yes,” Dorian choked on his reply, eyes searching, hand holding his. “I can agree to that.” 

“Maker, maybe we should just get it all out at once.” Taren stepped back again. “No secrets.” 

Dorian breathed out half a laugh. “Like one of Sera’s games?”

“Only the truth part.” 

“Alright.”