#dorian/inquisitor

[fthechantry]

So a post by @zevsurana reminded me of my anger toward Bioware for not giving you the option to marry Dorian at the beginning of Trespasser, or at any point during Trespasser. Like.. Dorian and the Inquisitor is one of the best romances in that godforsaken game and the only marriage options are Sera and Cullen. Even just a quick little proposal from the Inquisitor when he thinks he is dying and Dorian accepting while crying and thinking his love is going to die. Just some sort of promise of the continuation of their relationship.

Dorian has never loved/been loved before so he doesn’t think that marriage is in the cards for him and the Inquisitor proves to him that he is worthy of love and that he can do anything he sets his mind to. Instead, they have him leave the love of his life to go back to Tevinter without him because he “needs to do it on his own”. I just can’t get over this fact at all. 

When the mark is killing the Inquisitor, Dorian has some of the most heart-wrenching dialogue that proves he cares SOOOO much, but no, can’t marry the man. Even though he deserves it.

Dorian: *clearly holding back tears*  Why didn’t you say anything? I could have done.... something. 

Inquisitor: I wouldn’t trade the years we’ve spent together for anything.  I love you, Dorian.

Dorian: *stifling crying* I knew you would break my heart, you bloody bastard. 

They even hint at the fact that they could have/should have been married in Trespasser with a romanced Dorian stating:

Dorian: Cold stone, dark tunnels, and surrounded by extremely hostile Qunari.

Dorian: Not the place I'd have chosen for a romantic homecoming.

Inquisitor: Wandering into peril is practically how we met.

Dorian: Oh, yes. Practically a second honeymoon.

Like this is so not fair and shows Bioware’s opinion that mages are not allowed to be happy and that love is only a game for them. There is literally no other reason for you not to be able to marry him. If it was because he would appear in later games, this makes no sense because you can marry Alistair and he shows up without the Warden giving an excuse as to where they are at all times. So, Bioware, explain.

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[jeirtza]

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[johaerys-writes]

Dorian Pavus/Trevelyan

A World With You, Chapter 54: The Great Blackmail Hunt

When in Orlais, do as the Orlesians do— or so the saying goes. In Halamshiral, everyone has to wear a mask... even those who don’t. 

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Tristan stood at the top of the stairs. The ballroom floor stretched before him in shiny and exquisitely patterned marble; and across from it, the Empress of Orlais. Celene, in the flesh.

She looked small from that far away. Not quite the stately, imposing presence he had expected. She was slender and quite lanky, her delicate wrists bent in the characteristic pose of Orlesian high nobility. She spoke little, observing the festivities, yet there was something about her that demanded attention. There was a shrewd, stubborn strength that radiated from every minute movement which was in line with what Tristan had heard of her.

Powerful. Calculated. Ruthless.

“It is your time to shine now, Inquisitor,” Gaspard told him, close to his ear. His body language was relaxed and amicable, confident, and a touch too familiar for Tristan’s liking.

The herald behind them discreetly cleared his throat.

“And now, presenting: Grand Duke Gaspard de Chalons, and accompanying him Lord Inquisitor Trevelyan, son of Bann Trevelyan of Ostwick. Champion of the Blessed Andraste Herself!”

A collective intake of breath rippled through the vast room. Tristan could feel the weight of a thousand eyes on him as he slowly descended the steps, piercing him like arrows.

Gaspard chuckled warmly beside him. “Did you see their faces? Ah, priceless.”

Tristan clenched his jaw tight, determined not to let the disquiet take hold. He felt like a butterfly pinned upon a corkboard, held beneath a magnifying glass. He couldn’t shake the feeling that despite his cool facade, those eyes were cutting him open and looking into the depths of him.

“And accompanying him…”

The names of his companions were called, one after the other. Tristan didn’t dare look behind him for fear of breaking stride, but his heart still fluttered when he heard Dorian’s name being called, and the faint echo of his boots clicking on the marble floor.

“Lord Dorian Pavus, member of the Circle of Vyrantium, son of Lord Magister Halward Pavus of Asariel.”

The nobles that stood at each side of the oblong ballroom floor inclined their behatted heads at them, smiling beneath their masks. The eyes of some of them slid from Tristan, to Dorian, then back at him; it was the tiniest of giveaways, but Tristan caught it all the same. Whether it was rumour of them having reached the court, or the fact that Tristan had brought a Tevinter into the very heart of Orlais, he didn't know. A part of him ached to slow down, to let Dorian catch up to him so that they might walk side by side. To prove all those damn rumours and whispers true, if he had to, and burn them down once and for all.  

He took a sharp breath and stood even taller, eyes fixed ahead of him towards the far end of the room. He couldn’t let anything distract him from his purpose. The Orlesians might all be hiding behind their glossy veneers, but he wasn’t going to let his expression betray any of his thoughts or emotions either. If they hoped to find some evidence of discomfiture there, they could well search for it.

“Cousin,” Gaspard said as he ascended the steps to the dais. Then, he turned to the woman standing beside Celene. “My dear sister.”

Empress Celene curtsied with such elegance that seemed impossible in her rigid and bulky gown, then straightened with a tiny graceful smile— a twitch of the lip, really.

“Grand Duke. We are always honoured when your presence graces our court.”

“Don’t waste my time with pleasantries, Celene,” Gaspard cut her off with a sharp gesture. “We have business to conclude.”

Tristan almost flinched, resisting the urge to cast a sideways glance at the Duke. Instead of the charm and wit he had employed earlier with Tristan, before his cousin the man had as much finesse as a blunt butcher knife— even Tristan himself couldn’t imagine being so candid. Part of him still feared his mother would materialise from the crowd and shake her finger at him. You are a Trevelyan, boy, he could almost hear her tell him, and you will behave as one, whether you like it or not.

As it was, Celene didn’t seem quite as keen on putting her cousin in his place. She only smiled sweetly at him, as if pleased with his obvious blunder. “We will meet for our negotiations after we have seen to our other guests.”

Gaspard bowed, then— thorough, ostentatious, and only a little mocking— before taking his leave. Celene barely paid him any mind before her attention zoomed in on Tristan once again.

“Lord Inquisitor, we welcome you to the Winter Palace. Allow us to present our cousin, the Grand Duchess of Lydes, without whom this gathering would never have been possible.”

Florianne, a blonde woman of short stature who only resembled her brother in the sharp, hawk-like quality of her gaze, curtsied. “What an unexpected pleasure. I was not aware the Inquisition would be part of our festivities. We will certainly speak later, Inquisitor,” she said, before turning to leave, following her brother.

“Your arrival at court is like a cool wind on a warm summer’s day,” Celene said pleasantly, accompanying her words with a slight flick of her wrist.

“A cool wind can often herald a storm, Your Majesty,” Tristan said. “Never underestimate it.”

“Even the wisest mistake fair winds for foul. We are at the mercy of the skies, Inquisitor.” From the corner of his eye, Tristan caught Vivienne watching them carefully from the stair landing, to his left. “How do you find Halamshiral?”

Telling the Empress herself that this place was the most unnecessarily opulent and oppressive he’d ever seen would probably not go over the nobles gathered here very well. He smiled, and gatehred as much of the little charm he possessed as he could muster.

“I have no words to suffice, Your Majesty. Halamshiral has many rare, fascinating beauties," he said, inclining his head. "I couldn’t possibly do them justice."

He had heard Leliana say that Celene not only invited playful flirtation in her court; she expected it. It had become something of an unspoken rule that any man or woman in her presence acted as if he were there to woo her, whether through words or actions. Tristan was a piss poor candidate for that and he knew it, but the least he could do was try. When was he ever going to put everything his mother had taught him to good use, if not now?

Celene rewarded him with the warmest of smiles he’d seen on her yet. “Your modesty does you credit, and speaks well for the Inquisition. Feel free to enjoy the pleasures of the ballroom, Inquisitor. We look forward to watching you dance.”

It was a performance, and they both knew it. Tristan bowed deeply, then turned to leave.

Instead of his companions and advisors, there was a throng of ladies of the court waiting for him at the head of the stairs. Tristan only managed to catch a glimpse of Dorian ascending the steps behind him before he was whisked away.

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[fancytrinkets]

Dread

Trevelyan falls down stairs. A tiny, short Inquisitor-focused fanfic, written while I wait impatiently for Dreadwolf.

With his tunic half-open, Trevelyan was attempting to tie his laces and button his buttons as he raced downstairs. The coordination required was considerable, but every step of Skyhold was so familiar. He was certain he could do this with his eyes shut.

Overconfidence.

That was always the problem.

He made an ill-considered push to speed his progress, skipping several risers at the end. His boots lost purchase, his balance failed, and the floor rose up to hit him in the face.

Trevelyan sprawled out, groaning in pain on the cold flagstones. When the door to the stairwell opened, Josephine's gorgeous blue-trimmed shoes appeared at eye level. They were framed by the light, gleaming like a sacred artifact, like the holy shoes of Andraste herself.

That wasn't a thing. But the ache in his head made it hard to think otherwise. Why not sacred shoes, after all? Less grim than ashes, and all of it nonsense, most likely. He'd never been much good at faith, despite the title they'd given him.

"Inquisitor!"

Yes, that was it. Inquisitor Trevelyan, the Not Very Pious.

"Josie..." He tried to reply, but the words wouldn't come.

"How could you!?" Josephine sounded alarmed to see him, but also angry.

And that made sense. Just yesterday she'd reminded him about his important meeting with the Council of Heralds — a meeting he was about to be late for, hence all the racing downstairs. Her warning from yesterday came back to him, echoing loudly in his head — most likely because she was repeating it word for word.

"Have you forgotten what I told you? 'Do not be late. Your guests will take insult.' And so they have!"

"Oh, fuck," he said, but the words sounded strange on his tongue, garbled and thick. A tooth had come loose, and the salt metal taste of blood filled his mouth.

"You've ruined everything!" Josephine's voice grew shrill and angry. "You always do!"

Instead of helping him to his feet, she slammed the door shut. And his face hurt, yes, but the shame he felt was so much worse.

It all seemed so real — until the moment when everything stopped.

Trevelyan woke, his mouth dry and open. The pillow was wet beneath him, which meant he'd been drooling in his sleep. He was lying in the quiet darkness in a comfortable bed. The windows were open. He could hear the birds, and smell the salt air. It was almost dawn in Qarinus, and his husband Dorian lay sleeping beside him.

Several years had passed since anyone had called him Inquisitor. But the dreams were relentless lately, and they were all so cruel, filled with imagined episodes of his own incompetence. It almost felt as if the Fade had turned against him. And he wondered what, if anything, the new group of heroes and upstarts would be able to accomplish.

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[rainwolfheart]

i have some dorian/rafael (transmasc mage trevelyan) smut neaaarly finished but i'm not quite there. someone pls tell me they're interested in reading it, i need external validation LMAO

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[hejee]

exploring the hinterlands like they’re not walking in circles

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[aldruiel-scribbles]

In this link there is definitely not a folder with every Dragon Age eBook, numbered in order of reading plus the two Encyclopedias about the world. Please do not use the link, there are not free books in there.

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[artofanamateur]

Last Resort

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[sexilydrawn]

trying to get back into drawing but it's winterrrr

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[fthechantry]

Little Dorian doodle

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[hehearse]

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[johaerys-writes]

Dorian Pavus/Trevelyan

A World With You, Chapter 53: Death and Diplomacy

Where Tristan and Dorian go snooping around the Winter Palace before the ball, and discover way more than they bargained for 👀

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‘At home.’ Celene wanted them to feel ‘at home.’

Tristan squinted at the Lord Steward’s back, who was currently leading them through the maze of the palace gardens. The man had been chattering incessantly for the better part of the hour, explaining the story behind every rock, nook and cranny of the palace grounds in excruciating detail. As much as Tristan willed himself to focus on what was being said, the words of the attendant who had shown them to their rooms earlier kept swivelling in his mind. 

Why on earth would Celene want them to feel ‘at home?’ What could it possibly mean?

It could have just been said out of politeness. There was so much being said, all the time, that it could have simply been a figure of speech. Who didn’t want their guests to feel at home, after all?

But the Inquisition was no normal guest. And if Tristan knew anything, was that nothing was ever simple when it came to the Orlesians and their blasted politics. Everyone knew that the only reason the Inquisition was in the Winter Palace in the first place was because of Duke Gaspard: he'd been only too quick to send them invitations when he’d caught word that they were interested in attending. Whether they acted as his allies, or upset the balance of power, he would gain an opportunity, if not a clear advantage. His motives were clear, and understandable. But what did Celene have to gain from having them there? What did she want?

Tristan frowned to himself as the Lord Steward droned endlessly. ‘At home.’

“... commissioned by Emperor Judicael I to commemorate House Valmont’s historic victory against Xavier Drakon. The four lions represent Emperor Alphonse Valmont and his three younger brothers — Duke Isidore d’ Arlesans, Duke Yvon of Savrenne, and Duke Stephan of Val Montaigne— who took the field against the usurper,” the man said, standing proudly before the largest and most garish fountain Tristan had ever seen in his life. The winged lions made of pure gold that faced each cardinal direction were the least of it.

“Judicael I, you say?” Tristan asked, trying his best to look invested. “Isn’t this the one that built the palace?”

“The very same, Your Worship. The Winter Palace was originally built for the emperor and his immediate family, but Emperor Florian, and Empress Celene after him, have substantially expanded it.”

“Interesting. Very interesting,” Tristan hummed, nodding along. “So, did Emperor Judicael build this before, during or after quelling that extensive elven uprising? It was among the bloodiest in Orlais’ history, I hear, and subdued at great expense of both life and coin.”

The Lord Steward’s painted lips tightened ever so slightly, the only part of his face clearly visible underneath his mask. “You must be referring to Emperor Alphonse, Your Worship,” he said politely. “The one who built Chateau Lion, on whose ruins the Winter Palace was built.” 

“Oh. Well, nevermind,” Tristan laughed, waving his hand negligently. “So many quellings of elven uprisings, one starts confusing them after a while.”

The Lord Steward tensed even more, his back zipping straight — for someone who represented the Empress herself, the man should have better composure. He took breath to speak, but didn’t quite have the chance to before Vivienne spoke.

“Indeed, darling,” she said to Tristan, languidly fanning herself. “Too many words strung together must be quite difficult to grasp.” She gave him a warm smile, which somehow managed to irk Tristan even more than had she spat right in his face, and turned to the Steward. “Please, do tell us more about the fountain, Benoit. No matter how many times I hear you say it, I never tire of it. Is this a silverite inscription, I see? A fine choice.”

“Very.” The man accepted the distraction Vivienne offered gratefully. “And practical, resistant to rust. An excellent observation, Madame de Fer—”

“You know what I don’t get?” Tristan cut in. Both Vivienne and the Steward froze, turning to look at him. “Why did Judicael insist on building the palace here, of all places? It must have cost him twice as much to ship all that marble across the Waking Sea, and to clear the elves and bandits that were already here. It’s not even that great a place; there’s really not much to see around here. There must be about a thousand spots around the Empire that would be easier to build on. It strikes me as odd that every Orlesian Emperor held onto this place like a dog on a bone. Solas, any ideas?”

If Solas was surprised to be given leave to speak, after what was probably an entire day of his presence hardly being acknowledged, he didn’t show it. “It is said that Emperor Judicael had an interest towards the occult,” he said, without missing a beat. “He believed the site was located at a nexus of elven magic, and that spending time here would grant him longer life, as with the fabled immortal elves.”

“You don’t say. It’s almost as if Orlais despises the elves, while at the same time taking them for everything they’ve got. How curious! So, did it grant him a longer life, Solas?”

“He died a few years later from heart failure.”

Tristan didn’t have to fake the loud guffaw that escaped him. A couple of the servants dashing to and fro shot him curious glances, while a throng of ladies of the court that loitered close to the fountain gawked at him over their fans. “Wow. Oh, that’s rich. That’s —most definitely— something. May the Maker rest his soul, of course.” He wiped a tear of mirth from the corner of his eye when he’d caught his breath. “I’m sorry, you were saying?”

The Lord Steward’s expression resembled that of a man that had swallowed a bag of nails, while Vivienne’s glare over the man’s shoulder could have easily burned Tristan on the spot. Iron Bull was trying so hard not to laugh his face was red, and the tiny smirk that curled the edge of Solas’ mouth was amongst the most smug Tristan had seen on him. 

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[fancytrinkets]

Dorian reached into his pocket and found, to his great relief, that the key was still there — of course it was! — tucked safely alongside an unopened letter. The letter, addressed to him from the late Halward Pavus, was an item for another day. He'd read it eventually.

All he needed today was the key — a useful thing. To enter his father's townhouse, Dorian would have to cast a spell, disengaging a magical seal, after which point the key would turn and the door would open. The spell wasn't difficult to master, but the magic was obscure, and he wouldn't have figured it out on his own. Fortunately for Dorian, Aquinea had taught him this spell a month ago when he'd signed the transfer, agreeing to serve as executor of his father's Minrathous holdings.

"I can handle Qarinus myself," his mother had told him, "but I haven't the time or patience to comb through all your father's trinkets and receipts in the capitol. Deal with it for me and you can keep what you find."

A fair exchange.

Dorian didn't plan to keep any of it. Good riddance to old rubbish was his guiding principle as far as Halward Pavus's belongings were concerned. But a proper inventory would be required, and Dorian didn't plan to hire out the job — not when there could be sensitive documents to destroy or magical items to prevent from falling into dangerous, irresponsible hands. And so he arrived in Minrathous on a balmy afternoon with the key in his pocket and Lord Trevelyan trailing along behind him like a dazzled peasant who'd never seen a real city before.

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Male Inquisitor/Dorian Pavus, Dorian Pavus/Male Trevelyan Characters: Dorian Pavus, Trevelyan (Dragon Age), Male Trevelyan (Dragon Age), Halward Pavus, Aquinea Thalrassian Additional Tags: Halward Pavus' A+ Parenting, Blood Magic (Dragon Age), Blood and Injury, Estate Planning, Tevinter Imperium (Dragon Age), Minrathous (Dragon Age), Post-Dragon Age: Inquisition - Trespasser DLC, Mage Trevelyan (Dragon Age), Self-Harm Series: Part 12 of DAI: Knight-Enchanter Trevelyan (Part of a series, but can be read on its own.)

#dragon age fanfic #post trespasser #dorian/inquisitor #dorian/trevelyan #dorian pavus #halward pavus #aquinea thalrassian #mage trevelyan #a fucked up little escapade in which halward is terrible even after having died #bad parenting

[ndostairlyrium]

It kinda deserved its own post 💛

#dragon age #here we go with the longest tagging ever #warden cousland #elanor cousland #alistair theirin #morrigan #leliana #velanna #nathaniel howe #anders #fenris #hawke #kerry #varric tethras #inquisitor lavellan #ankh #cassandra pentaghast #dorian pavus #ndo sta l'art tag #hawke party more like sausage fest #velanna... smiling?? are you okay love? #she warms up a lot after awakening really #ser pounce a lot #more like ser I cry just so the human feeds me and I can assume my final form: a zeppelin

[hejee]

i really just wanna draw them shirtless

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #inquisitor lavellan #cassandra pentaghast #varric tethras #the iron bull #solas #solas dragon age #dorian pavus #vivienne de fer #blackwall #cole dragon age #sera dragon age #ouuuugh so many tags #ok but the scenario is them finally taking a rest after fighting a damn dragon #dorian is the most wounded bc he rushed head first lol #this happened to me ingame tbh #viv and myrella are my tank mages #i wanna draw only four of them but nah i don’t want anybody to be left out #solas is the least wounded of the lot bc he’s the healer and uh u know #ngl i first drew varric’s ass