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sulky-valkyrie · 1 month

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Helloooo Happy Friday! I come requesting "i’m watching you date all these other people and i don’t know what it is i’m feeling but it’s definitely not jealousy" for Dorian/Alistair :)

Happy Friday Sterling 💜💜💜 for @dadrunkwriting

It was strange to see Dorian again after all this time. Strange to have this much distance between them. They'd talked nearly every day, of course, but it had been through the sending crystal - just a little bauble, Alistair had told the First Warden. Lying came more easily now.

They'd discussed it, of course. How Dorian’s fledgling post as the newest member of the Magisterium demanded he act the part in every way - most ways, at least. How Alistair’s own notoriety as one of the few Wardens that hadn't succumbed to the despair of the False Calling would be all the more suspect if his fraternization with a magister were to get out. How it was best to keep their relationship as quiet as possible without the Inquisition to fall back on as a safety net.

It wasn't so difficult to pretend when literal countries separated them, but now, in Minrathous, as the Warden Commander (not his, of course - Maker knew where Daylen was) greeted the Archon, seeing Dorian’s eyes light up then immediately flick away hurt like a knife in the gut.

To help maintain the fiction of his non-involvement with Tevinter, Velanna had accompanied him. It was flimsy at best, wouldn't hold up under heavy scrutiny, but it was better than nothing.

Dorian, for his part, had a dapper younger man on his arm. Alistair had heard about him of course: Rezaren was an up and coming prodigy with long brown hair and soft eyes who looked like he'd be more at home spread across a cushioned bed than stuck in interminable meetings. They'd discussed that too, of course - nothing quite so brazen as whatever Hawke got up to with whatever and whoever crooked a finger at him, but their own concessions to time and distance and politics.

Alistair hadn't sought out any companionship, but he'd stopped turning it down when it was offered. Dorian, on the other hand, had very publicly engaged in several rather torrid affairs in the last six months. All part of politics here, he'd assured him as recently as last week. Disgrace, discredit, disenfranchise. Alistair didn't doubt it, but he worried all the same. What if he found someone else without meaning to? What if one of those dalliances proved possessive, or dangerous some other way?

Archon Radonis was a dreadful orator, and even though he was standing, Alistair nodded off twice during his speech. Only a few jabs of Velanna's impossibly sharp elbows kept him from tumbling over, and both times, he caught a glimpse of Dorian’s fond smirk from across the room before he tugged at his mustache and smoothed his face back into serene attention.

When the Archon finished his patently insincere monologue about working together against the Venatori, Alistair made his escape as quickly as was feasible, and definitely more quickly than was polite. He raced out of the throne room and down the hall to the guest wing, clutching fruitlessly for the necklace he'd carefully tucked away in the bottom of his bag. Dorian would most likely be busy for hours and unable to answer, and probably had hidden it for the same reasons Alistair had, so the weight of it in his hand would have to be enough.

When he finally skidded to a halt in front of his room, his heart was pounding his chest as he threw the door open, nearly off its hinges, and dumped his whole bag out across the mattress, desperate for the only token he had, just to hold it and know he hadn’t dreamed the whole thing.

The necklace was missing.

"No, no, I packed it, no, where the void is it?" he hissed to himself as he tossed spare trousers and shirts to the floor. Could it have been stolen? Would someone really be so bold to rob the Wardens when they were guests in the Archon's household?

He grabbed each bit of clothing and shook it out, hoping against hope that it was simply tangled in a pant leg or a sleeve, but it was all for naught. He’d lost it. It was the only thing Dorian had ever given him, and he'd lost it.

"Looking for this, amatus?"

Alistair was moving before the second word was out of his mouth. He spun around and charged, catching Dorian in his arms and pinning him against the wall as he kissed him. The sending crystal clattered to the floor, unimportant now that the real thing was in his grasp. "How'd you get here so fast?" he murmured.

Dorian chuckled. "How do you think, darling? Magic."

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aeradae · 9 years

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A Mabari and a Rose (Ch 2 of 3)

So, I finally finished Chapter 2! In this one Dorian spends the night at Alistair's place, but wakes up to find him gone. Where has Alistair gone, and what else will they get up to?

Warning: NSFW!

This can also be found on AO3 [here]

Chapter 1: [tumblr] [AO3]

When Dorian woke up in the morning, Alistair was missing from the bedroom. Barkspawn had found his way into the room and was curled up in a ball on the carpet near the bed. He yawned as he heard Dorian stirring, hauling himself to his feet and padding over to the bed to pillow his head on Dorian’s arm. Dorian laughed, scratching just behind his ears as the mabari leaned into the touch. He was becoming quite fond the furry beast. “Where has that master of yours gone, hmm?” he mused. Barkspawn huffed in response, butting Dorian’s arm when his hand stopped moving.

Dorian looked over to see that the notification light on the top of his phone was flashing, so he swiped it open to have a look. He had received a text message from a newly added contact titled “That Clumsy Oaf.” Dorian chuckled as he read the message:

I didn’t scurry off, I promise! Well, considering it’s my place, I guess you probably wouldn’t be too worried about that… anywayyyyyy, just needed to grab a few things and will be back soon. Make yourself at home. Barkspawn will keep you company until I return ;)

“Is he always like this?” he asked Barkspawn, who tilted his head and looked up at him with his tongue lolling out of his mouth in a canine grin. Dorian sent off a quick but witty reply with a mischievous smirk. He set his phone back down and allowed himself a lengthy stretch before rolling out of bed.

He made his way to the bathroom, intent on cleaning himself up before Alistair came back. Turning the water on first to give it time to heat up, he searched in the cupboards for a towel he could use and placed it next to the tub. He reached a hand into the water to check the temperature. Pleased, he removed his borrowed sleep clothing and tossed it into the laundry basket before climbing into the shower. He sighed in contentment as the hot water rolled over his skin and heated his sluggish and slightly chilled muscles.

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Dorian had just finished rinsing his hair when he heard the apartment door open and close, followed by the sound of Barkspawn whining as he trotted over to greet his master. After a few moments the bathroom door opened. “I’m baaaack,” Alistair announced.

“Where did you wander off to?”

“I had to spread the word about my amazing conquest last night.”

Dorian laughed. “Shouting it from the rooftops and such? I don’t blame you. I am quite the catch, after all.”

“You are indeed. Not only did I shout it from the rooftop, I even had some posters made to hang all over the apartment building so that everyone in this part of town knows that we had relations.”

Dorian heard the soft sounds of clothing hitting the floor before the shower curtain was pushed aside to provide a view of Alistair’s impressive and naked form joining him. “Who said I was willing to share the shower with you?” Dorian asked with a raised eyebrow.

Alistair moved forward to grasp Dorian’s waist and pull him close. “I think you may be quite open to this idea, actually. I wanted to return for the favour for the… uhhh… lamp post licking last night,” he murmured, his lips brushing against Dorian’s jaw.

“Did you now? As a matter of fact, I am very supportive of that idea,” Dorian murmured as Alistair’s lips moved down to his neck. His hands slowly wandered down Alistair’s chest and around to the curve of his ass as Alistair nipped at his collar bone. He pulled him even closer with a soft sigh, their hips touching and their half-hard erections lightly rubbing together as Alistair continued to lick and tease at his flesh.

Alistair carefully lowered himself to his knees, his hands trailing down Dorian’s sides to help keep his balance. He coaxed Dorian to spread his legs further apart, nuzzling the inside of his thigh. Dorian gasped, cock twitching, as Alistair nipped lightly at the tender skin. “Alistair,” he moaned as his hands slid into the other man’s hair.

“Yesss?” Alistair murmured against his hip bone. He worked his mouth around to Dorian’s other hip and down to his thigh, completing ignoring the one place Dorian wanted him the most.

“Alistair!” Dorian whined impatiently, tightening his grip on Alistair’s hair and trying to nudge his head over.

Alistair chuckled, his breath hot against Dorian’s thigh. It caused a shiver to run down his spine. “Is that too much teasing for you?” Any further complaints were swiftly silenced by Alistair’s tongue running up the length of his cock.

Dorian bit his bottom lip as a deep groan escaped him. “That’s… that’s much better,” he panted.

Looking up at his lover with a smirk, Alistair pressed kisses down his shaft until he reached the base before running his tongue along the underside once more. Dorian’s head fell back as Alistair licked at his slit briefly before slowly taking him into his mouth. He wrapped a hand around the base to stroke what would not fit in his mouth. What he lacked in finesse he made up for in eagerness. His other hand snaked between Dorian’s ass cheeks and teased at his hole as his mouth worked at his cock, causing Dorian to let out another low moan. Much sooner than expected, he found himself precariously close to his release.

“Alistair. Alistair, stop,” Dorian croaked, pulling at his hair. Alistair pulled off of him with a wet popping sound and looked up at him questioningly.

“I’m not hurting you, am I?” he asked in concern as his hands grasped Dorian’s hips.

“Maker, no, of course not. I’m close, that’s all. I’m not ready for the fun to end just yet.” Dorian hauled Alistair back up into a standing position and pulled him into a deep kiss. Alistair moaned, his lips parting eagerly when Dorian’s tongue requested entrance. “I would rather come with you inside of me,” he whispered when their lips parted to gasp in breath.

“Mmm, that is something we would both prefer, it seems,” Alistair replied as he kissed his neck and ground himself lightly against Dorian’s thigh.

“Shall we move this back to your bedroom, then?”

Dorian made to pull away, but Alistair stopped him with an arm around his waist. “We don’t have to go back to the bedroom, unless doing it here would be too uncomfortable for you,” he breathed.

“But all of the necessary equipment is out there,” he pointed out. “I may love sex a lot more than I probably should, but I refuse to do it in any manner that isn’t safe.”

“Welllll, what if I told you that I actually thought ahead and brought all of the necessary equipment with me when I came in?” He smiled wickedly as Dorian raised an eyebrow in surprise at him.

“Planned seduction, you say? As clever as you are, I’m not quite sure that I believe you.”

“I’ll prove it to you.” Alistair moved to the back of the tub and pulled the curtain aside. Gesturing down to his clothing, he rummaged underneath it and pulled out several condoms and a bottle of lubricant. He held them up triumphantly with a huge grin on his face.

“Full of surprises today, aren’t we? I believe you should get some sort of reward for both your performance and thoughtfulness,” Dorian purred. He traded places with Alistair before turning away and bracing his arms against the wall with his back arched invitingly. Alistair’s arms slipped around his waist, and Dorian moaned as he felt his heavy arousal pressing against his lower back. He pressed back against Alistair, rewarded with a muffled gasp as he began to slowly roll his hips.

“If you’re offering to reward me in such a manner, how could I possibly refuse?” Alistair murmured into his ear. He moved his head down to press his lips against Dorian’s shoulder blade, and Dorian could feel the curve of his smile against his skin. A hand trailed from Dorian’s hip and down between his cheeks. One finger teased at the tight ring of muscle for a split second before moving away. Dorian whined impatiently. After a moment the finger returned, slick with lubricant, and began easing inside. Dorian gasped and pressed back against Alistair’s hand.

“Alistair, please,” Dorian begged, reduced to a quivering mess as Alistair took his time preparing him.

Alistair let out a breathless chuckle. “As you wish.” He quickly gathered up a condom and slipped it on himself. He coating his cock in more lubricant before slowly pushing into Dorian, one slow inch at a time. “Is this better?” Alistair hissed into Dorian’s ear as he completely filled him.

“Much better,” Dorian agreed as he pushed back against Alistair’s slow thrusts. They began to pick up the pace, the sound of wet skin slapping together filling the room. One of Alistair’s hands snaked up to wrap around one of Dorian’s on the wall while the other curled around his waist, his breath heavy in Dorian’s ear as he pounded into him. Dorian could feel himself quickly spiralling towards his climax. Alistair changed his position slightly, also close to completion, and Dorian vision filled with stars as his cock found the perfect angle. “Yes, yes!” he cried as he reached down to stroke himself. Alistair pushed his hand away and pumped it for him, his chin digging into Dorian’s shoulder as he hunched over his trembling back.

Dorian came first, crying out Alistair’s name as he spilled over Alistair’s hand and onto his own stomach. He struggled to catch his breath as he slowly came down from his high. It wasn’t long before Alistair found his own release, his hips stuttering with the aftershocks of his orgasm. He rested his forehead against Dorian’s back as he struggled to hold himself upright.

After several moments Alistair slightly backed away from Dorian so he could straighten up. Dorian turned with a sated sigh and gave him a leisurely kiss. “Hmmm, that was worth sticking around for,” he murmured.

Alistair smiled. “Good.” He passed Dorian the soap so could wash his stomach off before lathering his own body up.

Dorian shivered slightly, moving back as the hot water began to run out. “That is my cue to get out of here. I don’t want to turn into a human popsicle,” he complained as he got out and grabbed a fluffy towel.

“It’s not even that cold,” Alistair replied with a laugh as he finished rinsing the soap off of his body.

“I’ll have you know that I detest being cold in any way, shape, or form.” His head momentarily disappeared in the fluffy towel as he dried his hair.

“You poor, suffering man,” Alistair teased as he turned the water off and reached for the towel Dorian offered him.

“Indeed. Speaking of suffering, shall we go and get some breakfast? I’m starving.”

“I brought us a few things back from the bakery on the corner. I hope you like fancy coffee and fresh pastries.”

Dorian’s eyes widened in delight. “Those are two of my favourite things!” he exclaimed with a grin.

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Despite his hunger, Dorian took some time to properly comb his hair back and tame his moustache before he deemed his appearance acceptable. Barkspawn was waiting at the bathroom door when they finally came out, his stump of a tail thumping against the floor in excitement. He followed closely at Dorian’s side as they moved into the living room. Alistair motioned for Dorian to make himself comfortable on the couch while he went into the kitchen to fetch their breakfast from the counter.

As Alistair set the tray down, Dorian noticed that he kept one arm behind his back. “What do you have there?” he asked curiously.

“I, ah, saw something else on my way back that made me think of you. It’s pretty corny, and I’m not sure if you even like them, but… here.” He brought his hand forward to reveal a beautiful red rose and held it out to Dorian.

For a moment Dorian was frozen in shock, staring at the rose with his mouth hanging open. No one had ever given him such a thoughtful gift before. Not even one of the men he had briefly dated over the last few years. But this man, this one night stand, had been sweet enough to bring him back something just because it reminded him of Dorian…

Alistair looked at him with a worried expression on his face, moving around the coffee table to sit next to him. “Are you… did I do something wrong?” he asked.

Dorian took Alistair’s face in both hands and pulled him into a deep kiss. Alistair’s questioning sound was replaced by a sigh of pleasure as he eagerly returned the kiss. After a time Dorian pulled back just enough to be able to look Alistair in the eye. “No, you dear, sweet man, you’ve done nothing wrong. I was just incredibly surprised. I never gotten such a thoughtful gift before, especially not from someone I’ve just met.”

Alistair smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “I would say you deserve a lot more than just this rose, but we’ve just met and I had to start somewhere, right?” He held it out to Dorian again, who took it and held it carefully against his chest, mindful of the thorns on the stem.

“Do you have a vase I could put it in for now? I don’t want it to wilt before I leave.”

Alistair got up to have a look around his kitchen. He didn’t have a vase, so he settled for a tall glass, filling it half way with water and bringing it to the living room. Dorian placed the rose inside, fussing over the placement for a moment before finally nodding in satisfaction. In the meantime Alistair opened up the bag, setting the coffees on the table and the pastries on some napkins.

“It’s a really nice day,” Alistair commented after they had ate and drank in companionable silence for a while. “I was thinking of taking Barkspawn to play in the park. If you wanted you could, you know, come along with us. I think he would like that a lot.”

“Only he would like it?” Dorian asked with a smirk.

“Welllll, I suppose I would like it as well. I wouldn’t look quite so crazy talking to you as I do talking to Barkspawn.”

Dorian laughed. “In that case, I would be happy to join the two of you. If only to please him and make you seem a little less crazy.”

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[If you enjoy my writing, feel free to check out my fanction masterpost.]

#aera writes #doristair #alistair x dorian #alistair theirin #dorian pavus

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artfulfanfic · 9 years

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The Doristair drabble is 3/4 of the way there. I’m a bit rusty when it comes to Alistair’s voice and it’s required some research to find it. Fortunately, Dorian is much easier in that regard. It’s probably because he’s fresher in my mind.

Have a drabble you’d like me to poke at? Send an ask!

#Doristair #Dragon Age #Dragon Age Fanfiction #DA: O #DA: I #Dorian #Alistair #Dorian/Alistair #crack ship

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sulky-valkyrie · 1 month

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It's Friday!!! how about "things you said that I wasn’t meant to hear" for Dorian/Alistair? Happy writing 💙

Happy Friiiiiiidayyyyyyyyyy 💜💜💜💜 for @dadrunkwriting

All Dorian had wanted was a drink; a proper one, not the pony keg equivalent of mystery stew, but Talbot's stores were thin, and that was apparently all he had left until the caravan made it to Skyhold. Just a whiff of that rank swill was very nearly more than Dorian could stomach, so he handed his cup to Krem and beat a hasty retreat to greener pastures.

Membership in Trev's inner circle had its perks. He didn't take advantage of them often, of course, as the ‘evil Magister with undue influence’ rumors were still in full and irritating force, but sometimes, one simply needed a glass of sweet Antivan port. Josie always had some on hand or, if not that, some other delightfully drinkable delicacy dumped on her by diplomats. His mouth twitched. I sound like Cole.

As he headed toward her office, he heard voices. Josie’s and – what's Alistair doing here? Last I heard, he and Bull weren't due back for another week.

“– told you I would handle it, Warden Theirin.”

“I didn't mean to! I just saw the sign then Bull asked what was the matter! Ben-Hassrath, remember? Lying to Leliana would be more successful. Anyway, I've got it now, so you don't have to worry about the Celibate –”

“Celestine League.”

“Them too!” Dorian could hear the heavy footfalls as Alistair paced the room. “He just dragged me over, made me ask, then threatened to turn his skin into a drum. To beat him everyday, he said. Then Pounchard fished it out and threw it at him. Bull told me to buy a horse and come back to tell you. Well, to tell Dorian, but also you.”

Dorian frowned. Ponchard? The same one who bought my amulet? Selling it had likely saved his life, since it had given him the means to make it to Ferelden in the first place, but after his disastrous ‘reconciliation’ with his father in Redcliffe, he missed it, if nothing else as a proof of a time when he’d believed Halward Pavus could do no wrong.

“Consider me informed,” Josie sighed through the door. “Now go give it to him before he bursts a blood vessel outside trying to stay quiet.”

Bloody bards.

“Shit.” The door swung open, and there he was. Alistair, in all his travel-rumpled sweaty nervous glory, held a necklace out with a shaky hand. “Please don’t be mad?”

“You’re a fool,” Dorian said fondly as he took a step toward him and cupped the hand holding the necklace. His necklace.

Alistair grinned shyly. “As long as I’m still your fool, I’ll take it.”

He tugged him down for a kiss. “Take it you shall, amatus.”

#da drunk writing circle #dragon age #alistair #dorian #alistair x dorian #doristair #magister's birthright #prompt fills

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sulky-valkyrie · 8 months

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“things you said with too many miles between us” for Dorian x Alistair?

Happy Friday, Middy, to you and to @plisuu who gave me the same prompt and same pairing 💜💜💜 for @dadrunkwriting

The warm pulsing glow woke him up. Alistair had been worried it wouldn’t, but, as usual, Dorian had been right.

You love magic too much to sleep through it.

He was half right and half wrong. Alistair did find magic to be endlessly fascinating, and the activation of a sending crystal around his neck very well might’ve woken him no matter what. But it was hard to test that when he’d barely been asleep. Not having Dorian in his bed was proving to be a much more difficult adjustment than he’d anticipated. Had he always slept this poorly? No, poorly wasn’t quite the right word. Or maybe it was.

He’d been a light sleeper since the Blight.

He’d always chalked his restless nights spent tossing and turning to darkspawn dreams, but once he and Dorian started sleeping together, and also sleeping together, it was as if every little worry and care that had kept him up every day of his life melted away in his arms. He slept like bloody dead when they shared a bed, and now that they weren’t, the difference was profound.

Profoundly annoying. Little things woke him constantly, and when he finally did manage to do more than doze lightly, either the darkspawn chattering would be ceaseless, or it would be morning already. Fortunately, Warden stamina could make up for it short term. Unfortunately, now that he was accustomed to actual sleep, in an actual bed, with an actual partner, ‘short term’ was feeling much shorter than it used to.

He rolled to his side and pulled the amulet out. “Babe?”

“You sound exhausted.” The crystal brightened and dimmed to the rhythm of Dorian’s voice.

He nodded on instinct, then remembered they couldn’t see each other. Maker, it’s so strange to talk to him like this. “A bit, but I did make most of the way over another mountain.”

“Another one?” Dorian demanded. “How many of the bloody things are in the Anderfels anyway?”

“Definitely more than four,” he chuckled. “How’s Trev?”

“Still furious you left. Not at you anymore, mind. Just Weisshaupt.”

Alistair groaned, half in relief and half in irritation. “I’m not exactly happy to be on this little jaunt myself, you know. But with Clarel -”

“Relax, amatus, you don’t need to explain it to me again. Or her, for that matter. She simply thinks it’s a load of bronto feces that you were the one trying to fix everything while they rested on their laurels in their grim little mountain hideaway with their fingers in their ears. And now that things are fixed, instead of coming down here to thank you, they’re dragging you up there to explain it.”

The sneer on Dorian’s face as he said it couldn’t have been more obvious. Alistair could picture it now: lip curled in disdain, one eyebrow arched, and his head tilted just slightly. “I miss you,” he sighed.

“I know, amatus. The Inquisition is decidedly less interesting without you here. But the sooner you get there, the sooner you can leave, and the sooner you leave, the sooner you can come back.”

He shook his head ruefully. It probably wouldn’t be that simple, and they both knew that. But it was still nice to pretend. “Talk to you tomorrow?”

“Always.” The light winked out, leaving Alistair alone again. He tucked the crystal back inside his shirt, rolled over, and tried to sleep.

#da drunk writing circle #dragon age #alistair theirin #dorian pavus #alistair x dorian #doristair #long distance relationship #prompt fills

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sulky-valkyrie · 1 year

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“Lipgloss” for Dorian x Alistair?

oh lord, a fill that's been hanging out since September 😬! Happy Friday and I hope you enjoy a bit of plotless fluff ♥️ for @dadrunkwriting

Alistair usually woke up first. If it wasn’t the nightmares, it was hunger that pushed him out of bed barely past dawn. Having Dorian in his bed helped ease both; his touch helped ground him if he woke up sweating and gasping, and, after the first few weeks, he’d started bringing snacks in the evening.

He never mentioned it, of course. In fact, when Alistair asked, Dorian has blustered and flustered his way around the question and somehow managed to turn it into a lighthearted argument about Antivan tailoring. It was actually rather impressive: what Alistair knew about the topic would’ve fit in his boot and still left room for his foot, forcing Dorian to carry on both sides of the debate while throwing bread rolls at him.

A love language made almost entirely of feigned exasperation should’ve been exhausting, but Alistair had spent well over half his life deflecting everything with humor and feigned stupidity, and therefore simply found it cute, endearing, and relatable. Not that he’d tell Dorian that - it was part of the game, after all. Caring without saying it, and that soft warm feeling when they did finally melt into each other’s arms at night.

So the fact that he wasn’t still in bed when Alistair opened his eyes was unusual. He wasn't worried, but he was perplexed: Dorian hated mornings, and the cold, and this was one of the chilliest days yet. Or perhaps it was simply the absence of a mage with an affinity for fire that made it seem so cold?

He rolled out of bed and slipped a pair of trousers on, then rinsed his face off, wincing at the freezing water. I’ve been spoiled, haven’t I?

He was buttoning a shirt on when Dorian returned, fresh from a bath and holding a basket of muffins. “You were supposed to still be asleep,” he said with mock sternness.

“Uh. Sorry?”

Dorian put the basket down and sighed. “I had a plan.” He looked genuinely crestfallen. Droopy.

“What if I just go lie back down and pretend?” Alistair offered. When Dorian didn’t answer, he pulled off his shirt and sat on the bed. “Look, I’m going, see?” He slipped his trousers off and tugged the covers back up. “I’m asleep already, promise.” He threw an arm over his eyes.

“You’re a silly man,” Dorian murmured softly as he came to sit on the bed. “A strange silly man and that I wanted to kiss awake.”

Lips pressed against his. Lips that tasted divine. Even better than usual. He slid his hand down the back of Dorian’s head to stroke his shoulder as he broke the kiss. “What have you been eating?”

Dorian smiled almost shyly. “You like it?”

Alistair licked his lips and nodded, then kissed him again, sitting up to tug him in his lap. His lips were sweet, like cherries, and incredibly soft. Simply delicious. “So what was it?” he asked, after they both needed a break to breathe.

“Orlesian lip balm,” he murmured. “Bonny Sims ordered it special.”

He kissed Dorian again. “You're going to need more.”

#da drunk writing circle #dragon age #dorian pavus #alistair theirin #alistair x dorian #fluff #kisses #prompt fills #doristair

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sulky-valkyrie · 2 years

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“ hey, don’t you dare close your eyes, you hear me? you die in my arms, and i’m gonna stick the dry-cleaning bill for this shirt in your coffin, that’s a promise! “ for doristair!!!!

dialog modified to more accurately fit Thedosian technology and culture for @dadrunkwriting ~~~

Alistair never saw it coming. How could he? There was a literal demon army on top of the fortress, his mind was full to bursting from the dissonant jangle of the False Calling and the thrum of so many Wardens in one place. Not to mention the usual sights, sounds and smells of battle: screams, metal crashing into metal, bones breaking, and everything blood, piss, and shit. One moment he was trying to shield Trev from a pride demon’s claws, and the next moment, he was on the other side of the ramparts and felt like his ribcage had caved in.

“Told you to duck, you frog turd!” Hawke shouted as he climbed up the side of the wall to jump at the demon’s head. He caught a horn and hung there, stabbing at its eyes as Trev set it on fire and Dorian ran over to Alistair’s side.

“Alistair, amatus, don’t you dare close your eyes, you hear me? You die in my arms, and I’m gonna pin the bill to replace this jacket to your bloody pyre, that’s a promise! I’m going to raise your ass, and make you learn to use a loom and weave me a new one! I’m going to -”

Trev pulled him back by his collar. “Stop fluttering, he’s a fucking Warden and he’s fine.” She glared down at Alistair. “Right?”

He didn’t dare disagree, but he wasn’t entirely sure if she was right. “I think I broke a rib or -” he hissed as a sharp pain lanced through his chest. “Maybe several. What happened?”

“Really big rock from our own trebuchets.” Trev rolled her eyes in irritation. “This is going to hurt.”

He snorted and winced again. “It already does.”

“Hawke, get your dick out of that demon skull and come over here,” Trev shouted. Alistair didn’t dare look to see if she meant that literally.

The Madman appeared at her side moments later. “Trev, he looks like shit. Al, you look like shit.”

“Thanks, buddy.”

“Will someone fucking fix this already?” Dorian demanded.

Trev pursed her lips. “Garrett, hold him down.”

“Wait, what are you -”

“Dorian, I’m absolute shit at creation magic, but I’m slightly less shit than you,” she snapped. “So I can fix it, but it’s going to hurt.”

The other mage knelt down at his side and touched . “I can put him to sleep for it?”

“We can try.”

Dorian kissed his forehead. “You’ll be right as rain when you wake up, amatus.”

Alistair reached up carefully to avoid shifting his ribs again and pulled Dorian’s lips to his. “I know.”

#da drunk writing circle #dragon age #fanfic writing #dorian x alistair #alistair theirin #dorian pavus #doristair #Adamant Fortress #and then everything was fine and nothing bad happened #the Madman of Kirkwall #prompt fills

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sulky-valkyrie · 1 year

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Hello Val! Asks incoming!

Questions 4, 16 and 23 for the otp meme, please? 🥺

Hiiiiii Cat, thank you for the fun thoughts!

I decided these questions best suit Dorian/Alistair, soooooo:

4. Who acts tough but actually is really submissive? Alistair is a big toughie in a fight, but a total marshmallow otherwise and really just wants to make people happy so long as happiness doesn't involve pointy things. He also has a magic kink that Dorian exploits mercilessly to Alistair’s shame and delight.

16. Who is your OTP’s unofficial/official child? Alistair is very attached to Kieran despite not being his father, and Dorian has a spirit of Curiosity that he considers both a pet and family. They're also both quite fond of Sera.

23. Who do they ask to be their bridesmaid(s)/best man/men? Maevaris arranges everything without their say so and just shows up with an entire wedding party and a feast for 500. Bull somehow is convinced to officiate, Cole is the ring bearer, and Hawke cries into Josie’s bosom.

#asks and answers #dorian x alistair #doristair #otp things

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sulky-valkyrie · 2 years

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happy friday! I'd love to see "things you said under the stars and in the grass" for Alistair/anyone who makes him feel safe?

Oops, some angst

for @dadrunkwriting

Adamant loomed in the distance, a barely lit shadow against the night sky. Everything about it felt wrong, and Alistair had no idea if it was due to the False Calling or nerves. Most likely both.

“Amatus, come back to bed.”

Morning wouldn’t arrive any sooner if he stayed up worrying, but he really would prefer exhaustion to whatever that sickening link was that Corypheus had to his dreams. He looked over at the mage peeking out of their shared tent. “Dorian, what - what’s your plan when this is over?”

“If I live? Back to Tevinter, most likely.” He sighed, ducked back inside the tent, then returned momentarily with a sheet wrapped around his waist. “Need to do something about those Ventatori idiots back home or this shit will just keep happening. Mae is an absolute powerhouse, but she’s still only one woman.” He knelt down and tugged Alistair’d head into his lap. “But it probably won’t matter, will it? Even if he’s not a god, he’s got enough power to think he he is, and that’s more than enough to kill us all.” He paused. “Except Trev, she’s apparently indestructible.”

The Warden’s heart sank. “I - oh.” He’s going to leave me. Just like Daylen did. No, not like Daylen; this is worse. He rolled away, off of Dorian’s legs. “That’s probably - you’d be good at that.”

Fingers brushed his shoulder. “Alistair, I said if I live.”

“Well, I doubt you’d do it if you died.” Maker, even thinking about that possibility made him feel ill.

“Now, what I’d do if we both live,” Dorian continued, deliberately ignoring him, “that would depend on you.”

He sat back up and spun around. “Wait, really?”

“You thought I’d just leave you? Thank you for the nice Southern hospitality of your ass, then just flit back up to Tevinter without so much as a - Alistair, really? Are you so determined to get in your own way that you’d just . . .” Dorian pushed him away as he stood up. Not hard, not angrily, just in exasperation. “You are so - ugh!” He stormed back into the tent.

Well then. It’s not like staring at the fortress was actually accomplishing anything and on top of the absolutely nothing helpful he was doing, he’d just pissed off the man he loved. Alistiar headed inside after him. Dorian glanced up from his miserable huddle on the edge of the bed. “You really think that little of me?”

“Babe, I wasn’t thinking at all,” he babbled, rushing to the floor in front of him. “I panicked. It, it feels like the Blight all over again, and you’re - Dorian, I fucking love you, okay?” He pressed his forehead to the mage’s thigh. “I love you and, and, I’m worried. I’m worried you’ll die, I’m worried we’ll both die, I’m worried he’ll do something and we have to kill each other, I’m just so worried all the time that this is the end, some kind of end, I don’t even -”

“Together until one of us dies, amatus,” Dorian said softly. “I swear it.”

#da drunk writing circle #dragon age #fanfic writing #dorian x alistair #alistair theirin #dorian pavus #doristair #just before going to Adamant #and then nothing bad happened :(#prompt fills

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sulky-valkyrie · 2 years

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Y’all, help, my flimsy set up to make Dorian and Alistair fall in love is turning into a fully fleshed-out canon-divergent AU.

#dragon age #fanfic writing #writer problems #problems or opportunities?#dorian x alistair #doristair

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sulky-valkyrie · 2 years

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Doristair (Adorian?) sickfic prompt with the cold washcloth please?

Continuation of the stripweed incident <3 <3 <3

I hate stripweed so bloody much. I’ve always hated it, but now I hate it even more because it’s not around and I forget it exists until it reminds me. Aggressively. At least back in Minrathous I could remember to ask if something was made with it, but no one fucking cooks with it. If I didn’t know Sera likes Trev too much to actually poison me, I’d accuse her of slipping some in my food, but no, this is just random chance and bad luck.

This damned allergy is just another example of Tevinter breeding calculations gone horribly awry.

Maker, my face itches. What if I settle for just rubbing a cheek on Alistair’s shirt? He still wears rough homespun most days, and it does make sense, given how easily linen tears and how horribly silk stains. Silk pajamas would be nice, but then he might stop sleeping naked, and that is just unacceptable.

His arm tightens around my back. “Babe?”

“I fucking hate stripweed,” I groan into his shoulder.

“Can I - are we done sulking?” He kisses my forehead. Charming man. Far too sweet.

I rub my nose on his shirt. It hurts, but in that good way that is just absolutely disastrous to my skin. “Never,” I mutter.

Alistair’s hand touches my cheek. “Look, I’m not a healer, but I have it on good authority from several motherly types that scratching makes it worse.”

“I’m not scratching, just . . . rubbing.”

He puts his hand under my face to stop said rubbing. “On my scratchy shirt.”

“Then put on a silk one,” I pout.

He pulls me along with him as he sits up. “I’m going to get you some tea that isn’t poisoned, then I’ll change shirts, okay? No scratching while I’m gone.”

“Bossy southern barbarian.”

Alistair snorts softly and kisses my forehead again. It’s probably the only part of my face that isn’t disgusting right now. “Oh yes, I’m definitely the one in charge here. Maker help us all.” He slides out of the bed and I still have to grab his ass even though I’m definitely not up to doing anything with it right now. “Back soon, babe.” He slips out the door.

My face is too hot. And puffy. I flop back onto the pillows and close my eyes. Eye. One of them is already practically swollen shut.

“Dorian, you still awake?” He’s standing over me with a mug of tea. It smells like ginger. And he’s put on one of his nice shirts.

“I am now.” I sit up slowly, fighting the urge to claw at my face, and nod at the mug. “Is that for me?”

Alistair nods, then points at the bowl on the nearby table as he hands over the tea. “That is too.”

My drink is the perfect temperature and has just enough honey; how he’s already figured out all of my tea preferences, I’ll never know, but it’s a delight. I sip it contentedly. Well, as contentedly as I can given my fucking face hurts like the void. “Oh?”

He turns that delicate shade of pink he always does when he’s done something incredibly endearing and is a little embarrassed. “I asked Fiona if she knew if anything would help and - well, let me just -” He grabs the bowl and scoots in to sit between me and the headboard. “Lie back, okay?”

Where’s the harm, as long as I can keep drinking my tea and sulking? Wait, am I scheduled for moping now? “If you insist, amatus.”

We’re situated in mere moments; learning each other’s bodies completely has more advantages than I ever imagined. He tilts me back against his chest and kisses my hair and then a cold wet washcloth is on my forehead and it smells odd, but not bad, and it feels divine. My skin is still on fire, but whatever is in that bowl is helping. “Better?” he asks softly.

I put my tea down and relax against him. “I knew you could manage being in charge .”

#dragon age #fanfic writing #alistair theirin #dorian pavus #dorian x alistair #prompt fills #doristair #present tense

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