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A Good Thing

Ko-Fi drabble commission for my wonderful @latefortevinter !

She wanted her gorgeous Vaxus meeting with my Inquisitor, Scarlet Lavellan. I decided to go with Ambassador Vaxus from Ostwick coming to the Exalted Council. And of course Dorian is there, too ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

“I forgot to tell you something, Inquisitor.” Leliana says, her ceremonial robes shining under the Orlesian sun. “The ambassador from Ostwick is here as well. You remember him, yes? You never met each other in person, but his letters have always been quite interesting.”

“I do remember him.” Scarlet confirms, a small smile curling her lips, one of the few ones that managed to reach her eyes that day. Her hand and arm hurt terribly and even though seeing all her friends after so much time made her incredibly happy, she feels dizzy, about to pass out anytime.

Still, Messere Trevelyan has always been a good ally, even a pen friend she dares say, and not greeting him now that they have finally the chance to meet would be rude and offensive. Gathering all her physical strength, she wades through the nobles and clergymen and asks her agents where she can find the ambassador from the Free Marches.

He is waiting for her on one of the terraces overlooking the gardens of the Winter Palace. He looks exactly like she imagined him to be: a sturdy Free Marcher, with strong hands and a scarred, jovial face, built like a warrior, but with the kind eyes of a brother. He recognizes her immediately and waves at her with a huge grin that splits his face in two, stretching the scars on his skin.

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Dorianmance Week - People Person

Two short drabbles I wrote for the Dorianmance Week! I didn’t romance Dorian, but I know two wonderful people ( @latefortevinter and @noctvrnis ) who did, so I decided to use their Inquisitors <3

I apologize for the short length (the screen of my pc has been pink for some time now and it’s painful to write for too long ;_;), but hopefully the mild angst and fluff will be worth it! <3

Vax and Dorian - Remembrance

“Are you feeling better?”

Vax regrets the question as soon as it leaves his lips, because Dorian shoots him a glare across the tent and refuses to reply, too busy shivering inside his warm cocoon of blankets.

“I hate Emprise du Lion.” he mutters, mocking the Orlesian pronunciation. “Maker-forgotten place. Why can’t we just leave it to the Red Templars and Corypheus?”

“Because people live here, Dorian, even if it might seem incredible to you.” Vax chuckles, moving to sit at his side and give him more warmth with his body and embrace.

Kaffas.” the Altus scoffs, scrunching up his nose, bothered by the melting snow on it and his mustache. “Don’t ever bring me here again. Swear it, amatus.”

“What?” Vax gasps, feigning fear and shock. “You would let me come here, surrounded by freezing cold and powerful enemies, without you?”

Dorian sniffles, glares at him again, then softens. Just a little bit, but Vax can see it clearly.

“… No.” the Tevinter admits, before huffing and adding: “But I demand warmer and better equipment! I don’t care how, ask Dagna to enchant new armors and make them boil!”

“Then you would complain about the heat.”

“I would never complain about the heat. I lived in Tevinter, remember?”

A gust of wind sends more drafts into the tent and Dorian shivers, looking at the flapping corners of the tent and listening to the howling wind with something akin to disgust.

Amatus.” he whines, falling against Vax’s broad chest. “You aren’t hugging me tightly enough.”

Vax lets out a fond sigh and tightens his hold around him; he even rubs his hand up and down his arms, then he remembers a very important detail.

“Dorian, you are a mage. Can’t you use magic to… I don’t know…”

“Set myself on fire?” Dorian snorts, giving him an amused look and smirk. “Trust me, I thought about that. I just don’t want to ruin all this beauty.”

“It would be a pretty great loss, yes.” Vax agrees, kissing his hair. It has a pungent, rich smell, probably thanks to Dorian’s expensive perfumes and oils that he often uses while bathing.

Vax used some once too, but they were too strong for his poor nostrils and his skin apparently didn’t like them much, but he loves smelling them on Dorian. It calms him down and they have become familiar scents now, almost like home.

He knows that, should they ever get separated, should things ever get worse with the Anchor which still haunts him (and his heart shivers at this thought), smelling those oils and perfumes again would both make him feel better and kill him with nostalgia and longing at the same time. A bittersweet remembrance filling his days with hope and sorrow.

“What about a little fire then?” he suggests, nodding at some dry leaves and sticks that somehow ended up inside their tent. Dorian harrumphs, but then he slowly, painfully moves an arm, extends it over the pile of leaves and snaps his fingers.

Only some sparks appear in the air and they aren’t enough to set fire to the leaves and sticks. The mage tries again, but this time the sparks don’t even come back and he groans, slumping against Vax with a sad sniffle.

“I have no mana and energies left.” he mumbles and Vax laughs, presses his face on his hair, and laughs some more.

“I’m sorry.” Dorian says after a short while, sounding sincerely ashamed. “I am being insufferable.”

“You are adorable all the same, dear.” Vax reassures him, then he adds, his tone somber, softer: “It’s another of the many good things I will always remember about you.”

He says those words just when another strong gust of wind howlw over their tent, so Dorian can’t hear him. Instead, he curses at the weather and cuddles closer to Vax, taking one of his hands and pressing it against his chest to “warm my poor, freezing heart”.

Vaxus doesn’t repeat what he said and closes his eyes, face pressed against his beloved’s hair again, committing to memory his peculiar scent so that not even the flaming Anchor, Corypheus, or Maker knows what horrid destiny will take it from him.

Lloyd and Dorian - Arrow

“I can’t find it! It’s not here!”

It’s such an odd feeling, looking for a simple arrow, so similar to many that can be found in the quiver of every archer of Thedas, but Dorian shouldn’t feel surprised anymore.

If his amatus lost his favorite arrow, the one he continuously plays and fidgets with while he is at his desk, then he will help him find it. At all costs.

The servants who clean the Inquisitor’s rooms every morning surely meant no harm. He doubts they threw it away - they would never touch the Inquisitor’s belongings to such extents -, but they definitely changed its position while cleaning.

And now Lloyd is nervous and even a bit sad, like a child who lost his favorite toy, but also like a man burdened by many responsibilities who lost a special item that helped him feel better during hard times spent being a leader.

“Did you check under the bed?” he asks Dorian and the Altus grunts an affirmative sound while laying down on the floor in a very mortifying position.

Lloyd forgets about his quest for a moment to comment in his usual smug manner: “Your ass looks even better than usual, sweetheart.”

Dorian grunts again, but the compliment has its effect on him and when he gets up, there are two red spots on his cheeks.

“Nothing down there.” he says, before cracking his back and neck and sighing. He studies the room, looking for any possible nook where the servants might have put the arrow, believing it belonged there.

“Maybe in your quiver? Above the fireplace?” He curls his mustache, thinking intently. “Inside the wardrobe? Who knows, maybe they thought it would be a nice detail to add to your pile of clothes.”

Lloyd swears, realizing Altus might be right, and hurries to check inside the wardrobe and even under it. This time, it’s Dorian’s turn to admire his butt.

“You are right, that’s such a nice position. We should try it sometimes!”

He smiles, happy, when he hears Lloyd snort and chuckle, but his amatus’ face is not that cheerful when he gets up. In fact, he looks positively bummed out, more than before.

“Do the other arrows not feel the same?” Dorian tentatively and tactfully asks, his voice soft, his tone mild and sweet.

“That one was special, I guess.” Lloyd shrugs. “It was short, but not too much and I could twirl it easily in my hand. Also the tip was sharp, but narrow, so I never cut myself. And the feathers were a nice colour.”

Dorian clicks his tongue and looks around the room again, hands on his hips. He refuses to give up. If that arrow is so important to his boyfriend, then he will find it.

He decides to sit on the bed to better scour the room with his eyes. Lloyd is standing near the wardrobe, doing the same, and there is an adorable pout on his face. Dorian kisses him and pinches his cheek - causing him to swat his butt -, then laughs and sits on the bed, ready to begin.

As soon as his ass touches the mattress, a sharp pain runs all the way from his posterior to his back and he springs up, yelling.

Kaffas! What in-?”

Lloyd, who ran to him as soon as he yelled, swiftly lifts the bedsheets and exclaims, beaming like a child: “Here it is!”

It’s indeed the arrow and Dorian stares at it as if someone just tried to shot it at him from the sky through the tall windows.

“Did they want to murder you?” he splutters, fearing more for his amatus’ health than his ass, although he is worried about that too. “How in the Void did that end up there? Why was it there?”

“The servants must have forgotten it there while cleaning the bed and tidying up the room.” Lloyd observes, shrugging. “That or Sera pranked us. It wouldn’t surprise me.”

He then beams at Dorian and kisses him loudly, before patting affectionately his butt.

“Thank you, love! I love your ass more than ever now.”

“It still hurts.” Dorian complains, rubbing it and looking down at it with concern. “Are my pants ruined? Maker, I hope I’m not bleeding.”

“Don’t worry.” Lloyd whispers, nuzzling his cheek. “I’ll make sure to give it a kiss later.”

Dorian’s answer is a happy sound.

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The Gift

Present for @lateforerebor, who is the sweetest person ever and a wonderful friend and artist! ( ´ ▽ ` ) 

Here is a fluffy fic with Vax and Dorian - I hope you will like it and HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN, YOU SWEET HUMAN BEAN

Vaxus spreads over Sera’s couch and wines. The small leather book in his hand is still blank and he is playing idly with a charcoal pencil resting on his pursed lips.

“Give me ideas.” he whines louder, causing Sera to roll her eyes and sigh.

“I told you, I have zero ideas too. Who friggin’ knows what a Tevinter likes?” She scoffs and goes back to her box full of secret stuff. “Not me!”

“But it’s his birthday! I have to find a good, original idea!” Vax sits up and taps the pencil against the first white page of the notebook. “Clothes? He has so many I have no idea where to begin from. Perfume? Boring. Food? It doesn’t last much. Jewels? Ugh.”

“You sound like Cass.”

He pouts and glares at Sera, then glances into her box.

“Got anything useful in there?”

She snorts and shoves his face away, saying: “Nobles don’t like this shit. You need to find something better, Quizzy.”

“Well, you could at least try to help me.” he mumbles, insisting with his pouting, and the young girl sighs again, even though with a smile on her lips.

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Lafie, I love you so much 💕 I died from the cute ;3;

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Quick question to fanfiction writers: if someone was to draw you a thing based on your fanfic: do you prefer the art being added to a fic reblog or as a new post with a link to the story it was inspired from?

Alright, the votes are divided. I admit I usually post sketches/comics inspired by the fic as a reblog for few reasons (examples x x x): 

1) it feels more personal for me - yes, I’m giving this to the writer to show my appreciation for what they wrote, 

2) it pains me to see how underrated compared to fanarts some fanficion are. It’s a little cheat on my side to make my followers eyes stop at the picture and slighty push them into reading the fanfic that they could potentinally ignore.

@erlkonigstochter said: I think personally I would prefer it added on so they can be viewed together? But I know that can often make things really long and some people don’t like that. And tumblr might kill the quality of the picture which would be awful. Tbh I don’t really think there’s a wrong way to do it, either is really nice and will make the recipient so happy

I guess, it is easier to find this way :D But yes, quality suffers a little bit.

@lafaiette said: I think a new post with a link to the fic is better: that way the post can be tagged and it will appear in the tags, so both the art and the fic will get more attention. On the contrary, by just reblogging the fic and adding the pic at the bottom, only the people on the artist’s dash will see it and they might not be interested in that particular ship/genre.

That’s a very good point! I wonder which way actually makes a better promotion for the writer because on the other hand not everyone will click into the linked fic. That’s the rule: people are lazy, it might be easier for them to read if both fic and art in one place.

I think the best way is to simply ask the writer how they prefer to get their art. But if it was meant to be a surprise then it blows right into my face haha

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For the Tell an Artist Positive Things About Their Art Day! Your art is immediately recognizable and your style is very polished and clear. I love how you draw faces and hands! You are also able to show a great range of emotions even through eyes alone! Also your coloring technique has improved a lot and it's great to see the soft palettes you choose

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I think it’s the first time someone mentions hands and I’m just a;dnef;f;ge;rl because hands are terrible to draw, thank you ;A;

Lafie you are my sun and stars honestly, let me smooch you

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HOW ABOUT 15. A Hope We Don’t Get Caught Kiss with Dorxus??

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OF COURSE!

15. A Hope We Don’t Get Caught Kiss

“Josephine is going to kill us. The Empress is going to kill us. The assassin is going to kill us and then they will kill Celene too.” Dorian mumbles, fixing Vaxus’ clothes. He sniffles indignantly when he sees his amatus’ smirk. “Stop that. It won’t work on me this time.”

“What won’t work on you?” Vax replies softly, pursuing his lips to receive a kiss that doesn’t come.

“That thing you are doing with your eyes. The doe-like look.”

They are hidden in a dark corner of a corridor in the Winter Palace: all around them, guests, chevaliers, and servants walk, talk, and discuss the event, unaware of the Inquisitor and the Altus from Tevinter looking for a quiet moment of privacy.

It’s risky, because almost everyone here hates the very idea of Tevinter; Dorian has seen the sidelong glances and heard the venomous whispers directed at him. He knows what kind of scandal this meeting could cause.

“Can’t you wait until we saved Orlais and ended this civil war, so the court will be grateful and will turn a blind eye on us?” Dorian huffs, pressing his index finger on Vax’s lips and pushing him away. “Be a good boy and go back to the ballroom. They have surely noticed your absence.”

“Dorian, that place is scary.” Vax whines, rubbing his broad hands on his lover’s waist. “I thought I was good at dealing with nobles, but this is a different thing entirely! Everyone wants something from me.”

“You are the Inquisitor, amatus.” Dorian reminds him with a fond sigh, although he doesn’t really need to be reminded of that. “Of course they all want something from you.” He smiles, unable to keep scowling at him, especially not when he is making that worried face. “You are doing a great job, though. You are playing the Game magnificently.”

“Well, that’s relieving to hear.” Vaxus chuckles, humming contently as Dorian massages his shoulders. “But I still have no idea who the assassin might be.”

“Probably a nasty fellow who loves corrupted old magisters too much.”

“I need help.” The doe-eyes return and Dorian sighs, pretending not to be affected by them.

Vax purses his lips again and closes his eyes. Two seconds pass, then he reopens one.

“I am sure your kiss would help me a lot.”

Fasta vass.” Dorian grumbles, peeking out from behind the corner to make sure nobody is coming. Thankfully, most of the guests seem to have been lured away, probably by the new music playing in the ballroom, but he wants to be completely sure.

He retreats back, snorting when he sees Vax still standing like that. He looks awkward and goofy, but he is also adorable and he wouldn’t want him any other way.

“Fine, you stubborn ass.” Dorian chuckles squishing his cheeks. “Let’s just hope we won’t get caught.”

“I’ll say you are casting a good luck spell on me, if necessary.” Vax splutters, trying to grin despite his squished face, and Dorian laughs heartily before pressing his lips on his.

The kiss is soft, tender, and doesn’t last long, but it’s enough: Vaxus’ cheeks turn pink and Dorian cradles his head with great delicateness, pulling away slowly and with a low, content sound.

“There.” he smiles. “Better?”

“Much better, thanks.” Vax grins. “Now I feel ready to fight a dragon.”

“Maker’s breath.” Dorian laughs again, fixing his lover’s collar one last time. “I’d rather fight a dragon than deal with these rude Orlesians, their politics, and their ham.”

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