It felt good to return. To his own bed, to the office, to Ia'Ren's bakery - God, how Dorian had missed those tempting treats and the charm and wit of the pastry chef himself. (Of course, he brought a couple of boxes of donuts to the office right away).
But there was this insane offer. Was his dream finally going to come true? This research centre had its own faculty, he could work there and write his thesis at the same time. He couldn't do that here, he was always distracted with the duties of a coroner of the sheriff's department in this tiny county.
Actually Calgary had always been his dream, but Alberta was now within reach.
Everything was going so well at the moment. The training lessons turned out fantastic, the new people he had met were great, the two professors who could smooth the way for him if he would accept the offering... What an opportunity!
He had thought about not selling his bungalow, but asking Tristan and Aran to look after it in return for being able to use it as a model property and showroom.
(OC Ia'Ren by @for-lovely-things , OC Tristan by @johaeryslavellan , OC Aran by @oftachancer )
Happy Friday! Thought I’d join in with Fic Friday, because I’ve been reading some great stuff recently!
Here’s a few DA fics I’ve been loving - check them out if you fancy:
- Swimming by Viscariafields (@nug-juggler on Tumblr) is a great FenHawke short fic. Skinny dipping, fluff - it’s got it all.
- Ivy & Twine by Merrills ( @sweethawke on here) is my favourite post-Tresspasser fic of all, full of pining, hurt/comfort, UST and all that good stuff. Features the Kirkwall crew and a delightful amount of Hot Northern Dad Blackwall/Rainier. The characterisation is amazing. Read it!!
- Pour Forth Thy Soul In Ecstasy by @midnightprelude and @oftachancer is just *chef kiss*. Following young Dorian after he’s placed in the Order of Argent and grows close with fellow student Rilienus, it’s currently at 14 chapters of gorgeousness. (Gets explicit, but is tagged/labelled appropriately!)
(I hope it’s OK to tag people, please let me know if not!)
For the lovely @oftachancer! This is her wonderful, charismatic and incredibly cute Inquisitor from her Dorian Pavus/Trevelyan fic here in this moment (which I have been mildly obsessed over for the last few weeks. Seriously, folks, go read it. Her prose is amazing, the story so gripping and her Dorian is to die for! Her Cole POV is also one of the best I’ve read. No joke.)
Thank you for letting me draw your boy :)
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[P.S. I FINALLY found brushes that I like and I’m. So. Happy. :D]
Dorian/Anders - 3) Who is more into taking showers/baths together? Who tries to make it relaxing and who tries to make it sexy time? [This is also a prompt. Please. Please take the prompt.]
THANK YOU FOR THIS! Sorry it took so long, it turned into a decently sized scene, so long actually that I’m only posting a snippet here. I wrote the thing, but @tryvyalsynnes and I discussed the answer and we decided on the following:
tl;dr: They both love to bathe together and do it whenever they can. Likewise, they both enjoy sex in said baths. Who is more likely, just by sheer number of attempts (which almost always work, by the way)? That’d be Anders.
As for the long version, here’s a taste! The rest is on AO3 in all of its smutty glory.
There were fresh rose petals floating in the bath, shocks of red against the brilliant ivory of the tub. Anders’ mouth dropped open and if Dorian’s arm wasn’t around his waist, he would have fallen over. He grinned, woozy and speechless, as he pulled his lover close for a kiss, knotting his hands in his robes and melting against his chest.
“Roses are your favorite, if I recall correctly, amatus?” Dorian said, his thumb caressing the day old scruff on Anders’ cheek.
Anders could only nod, stunned at the level of care Dorian put into being with him, confused at how he had managed to pull the room together in a matter of minutes, and grateful, ever so grateful to be so thoroughly loved.
His voice was already breathless when he replied, his eyes half lidded with desire. They were both still fully clothed, a problem that Anders intended to remedy as quickly as possible.
“I usually pick a few each morning, just for you, just in case,” Dorian added, grinning widely. “Your world should be filled with beauty. Crafting that into reality is one of my most solemn duties.”
“Not too solemn, I hope?” Anders laughed weakly at the admission, baffled at the fact that a man as handsome and accomplished as Dorian picked roses for him every morning, just in the off chance that Anders might come to his chambers.
“Why, I take being your lover very seriously, Anders,” Dorian said, his smile reaching his eyes. “Now, we’ve both had long days. You managed to get blood on your robes again; I’m going to need to take them off to soak them. With luck, we can still manage to get the stains out.”
Dorian’s elegant, perfectly manicured fingers undid the buckles on Anders’ coat quickly. His lover leaned down, kissing Anders’ newly exposed neck as he slipped the garment over his shoulders. Anders was overwhelmed with the smell of his hair, Dorian said the scent was coconut, but he’d never tried one and couldn’t say if that’s what it was for certain. Either way, he loved it. Dorian pulled away, still smiling, and carried Anders’ liberated robes in his arms like a priceless antique, folded them, and laid them in a large wooden bucket. He pumped cold water and filled it, added a few drops of another solution that fizzed on contact, and set it aside.
“I’m hardly ever serious, love,” Anders said, a devilish smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Except when it comes to you.”
Anders moved towards him and pulled him close again, slowly recovering his composure. He started to unclasp the buckles on Dorian’s sleeves until the one on his left arm was loose enough to pull off and he did so with a flourish.
“It’s not fair, really, you’ve got me half undressed and I’ve still got to fiddle with your blasted armor.” Anders said, sneaking a hand underneath the cloth and leather covering Dorian’s chest. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you did it on purpose!”
Dorian kissed him again, laughing against his lips. “Everything I do is on purpose, amatus.”
“Oh?” Anders worked the straps on his shoulders free, untying the knots and unbuckling his sash. “Care to enlighten me? It seems as though you’d rather watch me undress you than make use of this carefully prepared bath. The water’s probably half cold by now.”
Dorian rolled his eyes, still smiling widely, before pulling Anders’ tunic up and over his head. Anders kicked his boots off and bent down to remove Dorian’s. He worked slowly, forcing his lover to balance on one foot and then the other, pulling off Dorian’s stockings and kissing his calves.
“Would you like me to stay down here?” Anders asked, smiling wickedly, slowly running a hand up the inside of Dorian’s thigh. “I’d be more than happy to, ecstatic, really.”
Tagged by @johaeryslavellan, @serial-chillr, @solas-disapproves, and (belatedly from another topic because I just didn’t have anything to share last Friday, I’m so sorry) @mhandersmyheart! Thank you for the love and the tags!
Here are the opening lines of my next chapter of ‘to the temple of his eyes’ (from my Here In This Moment series).
The air was thick as honey melting from the comb, so rich and lingering that he could taste it on his tongue, feel it filling his nostrils as he breathed shallowly. There were points of cool, soft water where his fingers trailed. The sound of a fountain nearby. Music in the distance; a hip harp, somewhere. The light trill of bells in a stifling wind. His eyes cracked open, unveiling a thickly vined garden, trellises filled with blooming flowers that he couldn’t smell past the damned heat. It was too hot, even to sweat. The shade was only the barest reprieve, though at least he wasn’t burning. He submerged his hand in the long, shallow pool to his side and considered rolling into it. But there were people around, chatting and moving in serpentine patterns around and past each other. Reeds in a firestorm, all of them waiting to see who might catch fire; careful not to get caught, but wanting to be close enough to watch.
“Salutations, my favorite crocodile.”
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A tiny taste of Tevinter. (Who’s talking? Who’s doing? The world may never know... until I finish this bloody chapter and post it...)
Tagging back all the awesome folks above! And adding: @suliswrites, @schattengerissen, @bexterrr, @vickyvicarious, @leafylost, @midnightprelude, @genginger, @tessa1972, and anyone else who wants to share. :)
rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and interests you and i’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!
So... I don’t have a WIP folder per se, I have a fic folder and then it’s sorted by fandom (and if I write enough fic that it gets unwieldy, then I will have seperate folders within that for complete/not.
Also there are so many random snippets or long abandoned ideas or actual WIPs that I won’t even attempt to do them all. Here’s a sampling instead from several of them, excluding what’s already been published as a WIP:
ouatla graham fic (atla/ouat crossover)
carte blanche 2 (atla)
Steve and Dustin (stranger things)
burning in the ashes (ace attorney)
with maya (ace attorney)
ouatp (ouat/treasure planet crossover)
xmas (ouat)
monster tamer sequel (ouat)
personal touch (ouat)
post-Walsh (ouat)
can you please write a mini fic where anastasia is in storybrooke with cinderella and she (ouatiw)
how about the (ouatiw)
fight club (durarara)
I took the girl I like on a normal date (1-800-where-r-you)
