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Fandom: Dragon Age Inquisition and
Pairing: Dorian/Vax(Inquisitor)
Summery: Warning. This story may contain one (1) Trevelyan family reunion and one (1) very drunk Dorian. That should end well right?
Note: I started this story almost a year ago for @latefortevinter good to see my track record for completing WIPs is up to healthy well rounded 1.
Another ficlet for dear @trashwarden!
Fandom: Dragon Age Inquisition
Pairing: Dorian Pavus/Vaxus Trevelyan
Word Count: 500 (each chapter is ~500 words)
Chapters: 3/?
Rating: T
Summary: Vaxus Trevelyan seems rather cheerful about all of this Herald nonsense, until Dorian realizes there might be a bit more to the story.
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Fandom: Dragon Age Inquisition Pairing: Dorian Pavus / m!Trevelyan Word Count: ~500 words Rating: T Summary: When Vaxus awakes to a quiet hum and a pounding in his head, the most handsome mage in Haven sees that he's comfortable.
Written as a gift for the delightful @trashwarden!
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The first in a series of ficlets I'm writing for @latefortevinter with their lovely Vaxus Trevelyan!
Of course the southern sky didn’t have the decency to rain so much as it decided it would be most prudent to shepherd chunks of ice along biting gales and onto the heads of the unsuspecting masses.
The particular mass of most concern, of course, being Dorian Pavus, Enchanter of the Minrathous Circle of Magi, Scion of House Pavus, master of time and space and-
Gods, not that any of that mattered to anyone in this backwater. Dorian sighed, pressing his cheek against the ramshackle wood of the loneliest table in the Singing Maiden.
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“Was it worth the life of your lover?” Solas intoned, his voice even, flat, as though the man who now lay lifeless at his feet were nothing but a mere stranger. “This rotten, perfidious country you call home? You gave up a life with him to keep him safe. But you must know, deep in your bones, that he would never be safe. Not from the Magisters of Tevinter, and certainly not from the Dread Wolf.”
My @daficswap entry for @lateforerebor who was nice enough to be my swap buddy. A little Dorian x Inquisitor love featuring Vaxus Trevelyan. We connected as I too must deal with the same lovely hair. ;)
These are the things that Dorian once understood:
A gentle touch that grew wilder with each moment, bodies pressed together chasing after the pulse echoing inside. Lips that gave and took, a rush of blood to the surface as they’re pulled between teeth and tasted. Kisses that burned down the length of a spine and made legs tremble, hands that gripped for purchase as the world fell away. Lust that left limbs satiated and leaving before the heart could suffer from things that are only meant for passing by. Breath hot and voices rough with desire and the words I want you meaning nothing beyond that moment, that place in time.
And above all he understood that you never need fear the water if you don’t swim.
But then things changed, slowly at first, and then with a speed rivaling the fastest flood, until he gave up on clutching to the shifting sand altogether and let himself be swept away.
His boots were full of stones and every breath felt like drowning as they traveled through the humid land. The heavy heat made his clothes feel three sizes too small and whatever efforts done to make himself presentable that morning trailed down his skin along with sweat and trappings of dust.
He was not the only one to suffer at the hands of cruel nature. Vaxus pressed onward at his side constantly wiping at his forehead with a ragged cloth. Tiny, frizzy curls escaped the tight confines of his bun and refused to stay down no matter how many times he tried to tame them. The effort was futile, but endearing, and some of Dorian’s loathing for this whole outdoor escapade evaporated away at the sight.
“What is it?” Vaxus asked when he noticed Dorian’s attention lingering.
Dorian reached over to twist one of the dark tuffs. “Just admiring the view.”
The red blooms of exertion on the warrior’s face changed into darker embarrassment as Vaxus ran a self-conscious hand atop his head again before he could stop himself. There was only affectionate jest in Dorian’s voice, however, and it coaxed a laugh from the other’s mouth.
Vaxus put a finger beneath Dorian’s eye and came away with kohl smeared across a rough pad. “It is pretty scenic this season.”
Dorian grumbled as he blindly tried to wipe away the smudges on his face. “This is intolerable.”
“You know I could leave you behind for these particular assignments if you wanted. I’m sure you could get tons of research done from the comfort of your chair instead. Just say the word.”
“And have the Inquisitor run amok without expert guidance? Perish the thought. I won’t be responsible for such things despite my own comforts, but I have no problems voicing my opinions.”
“You don’t say. Here.” Vaxus reached into his pack and produced another handkerchief blessedly clean of any grime. “It’ll help.”
Their hands brushed as the cloth passed into its new owner’s grip and a different type of warmth spread across Dorian’s skin. One he didn’t mind that much at all. “How generous of you. I don’t suppose you have a sparkling oasis in there as well?”
“No, but if I find one I’ll let you know. I wouldn’t mind the company,” Vaxus replied with a grin that was too wonderful for such a place as that, too wonderful for such a person as a runaway altus, but there it was nonetheless.
“I imagine I would accept such an offer, if you felt inclined.”
“Good to know.” A moment stretched between them as quiet birdsong echoed in the distance and the loud thunder of heartbeats boomed within chests. It was too much and not enough, this thing blooming between them, something solid and not the flights of necessity that came before. Something as marvelously mysterious and potentially dangerous as the deep waters of an infinite ocean.
Dorian cleared his throat and made his feet move once more. “Yes well, shall we continue trudging onward then?”
But he held tight to the cloth throughout the rest of the day, believing, possibly foolishly so, that it was more than a simple gift. It was the beginning of something more and all he had to do was take a breath and dive in.
These are the things that Dorian now understands:
A calloused touch that reverently smooths across his skin and a hand that clutches his just to hold it. A body peppered by scars like points on a map that he patiently plots with lips and pointed tongue. A mouth that tastes like honey and he savors every taste like it is the only way to nourish his battered soul and oh, how it soars on remade wings born from the breath of love. Pleasure that rolls and coils and burns, that grasps at his hips and heart until he is a shuddering mess inside and out in a way that feels real and impossible all the same. The words I want you meaning for the rest of our days and until the end of time and knowing there are some things that can last.
And above all, he understands that you will never feel the water if you don’t swim.
All is fair I meant to do this for a long time now. Here is the masterpost of fanficion written for me. Mostly Vaxus and Pavelyan but also Alistair x Surana, Fenhawke and lots of OC x OC shipping.
I love every single piece on this list. You are all incredibly talented and your writing keeps me inspired and motivated to keep going. This list was made so I have the easy access to all the beauties but it’s also a huge fic rec ;D
Thank you for making my days better <3
@latefortevinter I have your Secret Santa 2020 gift! And it’s probably NOT what you were expecting me to write! Enjoy!
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Dorian fussed with the collar of his new shirt, doing everything to occupy his hands with something other than his pocket watch. Everyone he knew in this business was almost expected to be fashionably late, but the one person he’d been counting on to arrive early hadn’t shown up yet.
“Dorian, you undo one more button on your fancy shirt, and I’ll have to write up a report about improper dress code.” Rhian handed him a champagne flute.
“Me? I assume you looked in a mirror before you-”
Rhian raised an eyebrow at him and smiled, clinking his glass with her own. “Ah, but I’m the boss.”
Dorian allowed himself a frown. “When an invitation says 7:30, it does not mean an hour later!”
“It’s 7:35.” She tilted her head. “Since when are you such a stickler for people being on time?”
“I am on time!”
“Yes. That’s my point.”
Dorian couldn’t remember the last time he was this flustered while being on the edge of disappointment and eager anticipation. He hadn’t even left the office before the party; he’d brought everything he needed with him that morning and bought his smooth red shirt with too many buttons during lunch. He’d even shined his shoes - something he rarely bothered to do himself, and his patterned velvet jacket had been freshly rolled to perfection.
“So what would you like me to do? Ask you to greet guests at the doors or send you to the back to check on our catering?”
He didn’t need a second to decide.
This is so wonderful 😭😭 I wanna draw Dorian in this outfit ❤️
Chapter update for @latefortevinter ‘s birthday!!! Shorter than usual, but hopefully does what it needs to. Happy Birthday, Ange!
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When Vax felt for Dorian in the sheets next to him, his fingers caressed only the hollow of his lover - shallow and barely slept in. He opened his eyes, blearily looking round the room, half-expecting Dorian to be sitting in the chair by the fire with his legs crossed reading a book. The fire had faltered into warm embers. The room was empty.
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Short Dorxus fic for @latefortevinter ‘s birthday! I hope you had a wonderful day! <3
Dorian looked up from little Felix’s soft sleeping face, glaring at his husband.
“An idea?” “Well… yes.” Vaxus’ grin could have lighted up the entirety of Minrathous, but Dorian was too tired and drained to admire his husband’s beauty. His eyebags had eyebags, Maker’s breath.
“I was thinking…”
“You know that’s never a good idea, amatus. Remember the last time we thought something? The Qunari almost invaded the South through elven mirrors.”
Chapter update for an art/fic trade with @latefortevinter !
Context: Inquisitor Amell has a mission for her foster brother, Vaxus Trevelyan - to protect Dorian Pavus en route to Kirkwall. Unbeknownst to Vax, she has also given Dorian a mission - to protect and deliver Vaxus to his family in the Free Marches where he will be as far away as possible from any further harm the Inquisition might visit upon him. What will happen when he learns of the truth of their mission, and how will it affect his growing affection for a certain Tevinter mage? Pairing: Vaxus Trevelyan/Dorian Pavus Warnings: NSFW - sexy times.
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“Hnnngh…”
Dorian removed his hand from Vax’s mouth, chuckling softly, “You’ve never needed to be discreet before, have you?”
“I can’t help it;” Vaxus breathed, “you make it… so good.”
They fell into a sweaty heap of limbs upon the tousled sheets of Dorian’s guest room at Highever castle. The warrior’s back had healed, but Dorian could not help the bright and angry scar that had come of their previous encounter with red templars. He brushed his fingers over it gently.
“Besides, there are far fewer people in this wing than mine.” Vaxus pulled Dorian’s leg up over his hip and the mage’s hand along with it. He kissed Dorian’s knuckles. “No one’s likely to hear.”
“Every wall has ears.”
“Maybe in Tevinter.”
“Oh no, in Tevinter they have eyes.” Dorian smiled and found his lover’s lips.
Their laughs were gentle in the lazy afternoon, and to be sure, there were none who heard them.
let me believe this is dorian real reasoning
My half of an art trade with @latefortevinter. Enjoy!
One single point and they would win it all. It was the last game of the season and Vaxus Trevelyan couldn’t wait to finish. Not because he didn’t enjoy playing, honestly it was one of the things he lived to do, but because if he did win this for the team, the after party would be something to remember for years.
Sweat poured down his back as he stared at his opponent, knowing that one wrong move would cause them to lose everything. The ball was dropped in front of them and Vax put all he had into getting it away from the opposite team. When he made his move toward the net, he saw one of his teammates, appropriately nicknamed the Iron Bull, move away from those attempting to block him. Vax took the chance and kicked the ball in his direction, feeling a surge of adrenaline when his friend easily intercepted it.
Vax swerved around another pair trying to block his movement and continued his run towards where the goal waited. As he found the prime spot for kicking, he glanced around, spotting Bull’s hulking form almost immediately. He was heads above the tallest player so he was easy to pick out of a crowd. With an ease that surprised Vax, Bull kicked the ball in a sideways direction, only for the object to directly land in front of where Vax stood.
With a grin, he quickly lined up his shot and kicked, the ball easily flying past the goalie and into the net. A horn rang out as the game officially ended, Vaxus and his team pulling out the final points to a victory. Before he could even register the cheers from the crowd, Vax found himself in the air, the Iron Bull holding him up and bellowing in his excitement.
Vax searched the crowd that surrounded him from his perch, hoping to see one face in particular. A man who had his heart, but didn’t even realize it yet. He didn’t have a chance to do a thorough one, however. Bull was already walking towards town, shouting about a round of drinks to celebrate. Resigning himself to his fate, Vax just let the crowd carry him away from the field.
The Herald’s Rest had always been a prime spot to drink in Ferelden, but lately it seemed as if it was the only spot worth visiting. Vaxus was positive that the newest bartender was part of the reason for the influx of customers. Sera was bouncing around behind the bar, making silly comments as she mixed whatever drink had been ordered. Her choppy blonde hair kept falling into her eyes as she moved, doing absolutely nothing to dim the mischievousness in her eyes.
Lifting a frosty glass of his favorite beer to his lips, Vax closed his eyes to the crowd and let the frothy liquid flow down his throat, cooling his body from the inside out. It was a much needed drink, especially after the hard game he’d played. Never had he pushed himself so far, but a special guest at the field had him trying to prove he was better than his best. At the very least, it had gotten his team a win.
My part of an art trade for @trashwarden! The 3rd short story for Vax/Dorian. :D
~1450 words. Rated T. Beware of salacious comments and teasing.
The dinner rush had not yet started in the Herald Rest. Vaxus stepped in and smiled at those who greeted him but went directly to the little corner in which the Iron Bull could usually be found. The Chargers were talking and playing further away, for once, with Sutherland’s crew if he wasn’t mistaken.
The Iron Bull was speaking with Sera.
“Hey,” Bull greeted him when he joined them. “The Council finally ended?”
“At least,” Vax mumbled as he sat down heavily. He smoothed back his hair and the little curls that had managed to escape while he resisted tearing his hair out. The Council meetings, as essential as they were, could get long and tedious. “I need a drink,” he grumbled to himself, going to stand up again.
Bull waved to someone behind his back and a tankard appeared next to Vaxus’ elbow.
“Oh, thanks,” he told the waitress who smiled in answer.
“Pull it on my tab, Helda,” Bull asked her before Vax could do more than reach for his pocket.
“Will do,” the young woman agreed as she left, with Sera’s eyes following her.
Vaxus took a grateful sip of the beer. Not necessarily his favorite, but it would do for his parched throat.
“So, we were talking about you,” Sera commented with a mischievous grin.
“Oh, I fear the worst,” Vax replied with a chuckle.
I finally (oh geez, finally) finished my giveaway fic for the lovely @latefortevinter / @trashwarden for winning a prize during @writingdragonage‘s Feedback Event in January.
I had a wonderful prompt to write some Trespasser DLC Dorian with their lovely OC Vaxus, which I enjoyed immensely. <3
Fandom: Dragon Age Rating: Teen Word Count: 1447 Pairings: Dorian Pavus / Male Inquisitor
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Dorian was listening to the Orlesian nobleman squawking, he really was, until he had caught sight of the man he’d been aching to see. He smiled politely at the nobleman, before catching Vaxus Trevelyan’s eyes and bidding him to approach despite his current engagement with a quirk of his eyebrow.
“Now, I’m afraid we’re going to need to continue this discussion at another time,” Dorian said, but he had stopped looking at the Orlesian entirely, his voice growing wistful with poorly suppressed longing. “I’ve just spotted an old friend, and I’d be remiss if I allowed him to saunter away without at least bandying a few words.”
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“You know,” Vax kicked his heel against the wall of the war room, “ever since you got your memories back…”
Rhian held the signed and sealed parchment up to the light and squinted at it. She was certain there was something more to it than Josephine knew, but for the life of her, she couldn’t fathom what it might be.
“You uh, haven’t-”
“Been the same?” She set the letter down and picked up a quill.
“Well, yeah.”
“Did you really expect me to be?”
“I guess? I don’t know. The life you had before, I guess we just got used to not asking about it.”
“What do you want to know, Vax?”
“It’s not that I want to know anything, I-”
He paused as Charter came in and handed Rhian a second report. “This one’s straight from the field, Inquisitor.”
Rhian took it. “And by straight from the field, you mean you sent it to Leliana a week ago.”
Charter looked at Vax, but kept her tongue as Rhian broke the seal and read through the contents. The Inquisitor sighed. “We guessed this might happen. Have Josephine send a small bribe in addition to whoever Leliana has already tasked with delivering the message.”
Charter bowed and closed the doors behind her. Rhian picked up where she’d left off as if the interruption had never happened. She gave Vax her full attention now.
“What’s troubling you about my memories?”
Vax cleared his throat. “It’s not so much about your memories. Just that I’ve noticed… you don’t smile as often. You don’t laugh as much. In Ostwick,” he checked to see that he still held her attention, “I remember you being happier. I remember you having fun.”
“I wasn’t in charge of an entire armed governing power in Ostwick.” She walked over to him and took his hand. “There are things I did, things I was, during the war that I… that were locked away after the accident. And every night I go to bed wondering if my happiness isn’t supposed to be as important as what I am here to do.”
“You make it sound like you had no choice. Like you couldn’t have gone back to Ostwick or-”
“But did I really? Did I ever? I’ve been on this path for longer than I’ve been a part of your family. Ostwick was only ever a miraculous respite.”
“Do you remember it? I mean, when your memories came back, did they just… erase the time you were with us?”
That made her smile, and she kissed Vax on the cheek. “No. I remember every minute spent with your family. Even that time you and Val managed to hide a nug in your brother’s wardrobe.”
Vax chuckled. “Yeah… that was not, our best moment. He made me take all his laundry to the wash for weeks after that.”
“I’d say you got off easy.”
“Maybe, but then mother insisted on giving it a name and a leash.”
“Didn’t she call it Rhinestone?”
“Yes!” Vax finally felt at ease, and he spoke his mind more readily. “You can brighten up a room, Rhian. I miss that. I miss seeing you light up instead of being burdened by glorious purpose… where everyone has cause to fear you.”
“When I was at Therinfal and Envy was inside my mind, it kept screaming in frustration, as if what was locked away was in so many pieces it couldn’t make sense of them. Cole was the one who said I would need all of me to defeat it, to wake up.” She crossed her arms and leaned back with the memory. “It was either remember or watch the ones I love die at my hand.”
“Could you take it back?”
“What?”
“Remembering? I overheard Cole once. He said he could take it away, that you’d be happier.”
“Vax, would you take away the memory of losing Val? To have only the happy ones but needing to relive the pain of her loss over and over again? Would you take away the small measures of joy you have found since? Sera? Dorian?”
He was silent. The thought of reliving the tragedy he’d experienced since the Conclave and then never knowing the joys he’d grown accustomed to stung him.
“I would rather bear the inconvenience of glorious purpose so that you and everyone else might make your own light to remind me what daybreak looks like.”
“You don’t miss it?”
“Hmm. I would miss all of you more. If that means I must check the width of my smiles, it is a measure I will happily accept.”
Vax put his arm around her. “In that case, it’s going to be my mission to make sure you have plenty of practice maintaining your cool composure, and to remind you that none of us are going anywhere.”
Rhian raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean exactly?”
“If I told you,” he grinned, “it wouldn’t be any fun.”
She narrowed her eyes at him, recognizing the face Vaxus always had when planning mischief. “Fine. Just make sure Sera stays out of my room.”
@latefortevinter commissioned more Dorxus fic from me, giving free reign to write what I liked for them because she’s exceptionally generous and knows I love her child. So here’s the final chapter of the ME/DA crossover where Dorian is trying to get to Earth to save Vax during the Reaper invasion.
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The video feed cut out in an abrupt flash of crimson light. Dorian had his arms braced against the console, his shoulders pressing him forward toward the static as if he might reclaim what he’d lost. He stared at the grey lines tumbling together, carrying the muffled sound of realization as he waited, eyes wide, in front of the screen.
“Get it back.”
“Sir?”
“Get. It. Back.”
The crewman swallowed, looking around at the rest of the crew for assistance. No one came to his aid. “Um, sir, I don’t think I-”
Dorian grabbed the man’s collar, hands shaking. His voice was a desperate growl. “You will get that feed back on line, or Maker help me I will lock you in the FTL drive and pilot this ship to Earth myself!”
“Science Officer Pavus.” Weapons powered on. “Release him or you will find yourself in the brig.”
Dorian looked up at the captain, flanked by her first officer and a security guard.
“We all have loved ones on Earth. If we are going to help them, we need you back in engineering preparing for the battle, not threatening the lives of the rest of my crew.”
Had none of them seen it? Had no one else been listening? People weren’t just under attack, they were getting slaughtered! This wasn’t like any war they’d fought before, regardless of whether they were krogan, salarian, or turian. No one had battled the Reapers and survived. No one except Shepard, and by now, they were probably as good as dead too.
The captain waited, eyebrow raised as she awaited his decision. If he were thrown into the brig now, it would be over. There may not have been a guarantee that Dorian could help Vaxus, but there was more of a chance if he remained free to move about the ship without a guard. He released his grip.
“Thank you. Please return below decks to prepare. We will be entering the inner system in thirty minutes.”
Dorian scoffed under his breath as he brushed by the security guard. They didn’t need him in engineering. The captain had never liked the idea of putting his theories into practice with the ship’s drive or their stock of element zero, and he doubted she would let him get anywhere near enough to try now.
The elevator door slid open and Dorian stepped inside. He turned to face the bridge as his hand hovered over a button.
The captain turned toward him. “You will have your time, Pavus. I promise you.”
At my command and not before. That was what she’d meant. He pressed the button, his mind set. The door closed and took him down.
