For this genius prompt: Matt, as Matt, saves the Avengers in a profoundly simple way when their tech and sight (via removal of light sources) is compromised. It's not complicated and absurdly simple yet everyone acts like he saved the world. The newspapers won't shut up about it but by at least they have more clientele. a.k.a. Matt and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad news cycle.

It had to be Soul Society affecting him. There was no other explanation for the way he found himself looking at their resident hero, the soul-reaper-who-shouldn't-have-been. Ichigo. But...he couldn't really bring himself to care.

Figured that Roque would pass out and make Jensen carry his lazy ass halfway across Afghanistan.

In 2009, Jensen got a new team, fell stupid in love, and learned about sharks, the great organizing principle of the universe and crushing chest injuries. Not necessarily in that order.

Five people who've seen Jensen naked. To be fair, it's mostly not his fault.

It's the one holiday they actually mark with any kind of consistency

Tony’s almost at the door of his lab when he hears it. It’s low, throaty; just a split second of a thing. But it’s undoubtedly the sound of Barnes moaning.

There were many things Cougar would have liked to unsee, but the world didn't work like that.

"This is a dream assignment, and I am not going to fuck it up just because my teammates aren't secure enough in their masculinity," he said to Pooch. "You ever nibble on my earlobe again, they will find your body in eight places," Pooch said, but Pooch didn't share Jensen's commitment to self-improvement.

Every good guy comes back.

I'm great. It's great under here. Visit scenic Pile of Detonation Rubble, population you and me.

Once you go into the woods, you don’t come back out again; or, how Franklin Clay got himself a pack.

Cats, man. Not to be trusted.

"I'm a good boyfriend," Cougar said.

“Okay, no,” Pooch says, holding up his hands, “there is no way I’m gambling for money against you and Cougar.” Jensen frowns, leaning across the table to make wide, concerned eyes at Pooch. “Is it because we’re just that fucking good?” he asks. “No.” Pooch knocks the edge of the pack once, twice against the table. “It’s because I’m pretty sure you can read each other’s damn minds.”

Duo likes Wufei just the way he is. Most of the time, anyway.

Dorian is a mechanic in the modern city of Skyhold. Iron Bull and his Chargers are a motorcycle gang. What more do you need to know to click on this story?

“I simply don’t believe it,” Dorian tells him shaking his head. “No one can make a man come without touching him, Ben-Hassrath mind tricks or not.”

“Is that lightning?” Cullen chokes out breathlessly.

There is nothing The Bull loves more than doing this to Dorian. Laying him out, tying him down so he can’t move, and just pleasuring him until he’s out of his mind with it.

“Dorian,” the other man says reaching out to lay a hand on his shoulder. “I don’t know what you’ve been doing, but you’ve been doing it wrong."

Recently did a prompt request based on a list of kinks/tropes. These are the results.

Kink meme de-anon. Anon asked for Krem/male unwanted pregnancy and promised a castle in northern Scotland if the father was Dorian.

Dorian can not believe this is happening. When he’d come down to join the Chargers for their evening drinks this time, rather than taking his usual seat next to Krem, his lover had grabbed him about the waist and pulled him into his lap. Dorian had flushed red and the Chargers had broken into a chorus of laughs and hoots. “This okay?” Krem murmurs the question into his ear when the hollering dies down. Dorian is still blushing but he nods. It’s not the first time they’ve done something like this, though he still can’t quite believe Krem wants this, pressed close to him in public, obviously affectionate, despite the watchful eyes of the tavern patrons.

“Well, that’s about my limit, how about you?”

“You want me to marry a Soporata?”

In response to the DA kink meme prompt: "Dorian likes men. All men. It turns out he also likes eating pussy." PWP Krem and Dorian have been flirting for weeks. One rowdy night at Skyhold's tavern they finally fall into bed.

Dorian paces in front of the door fitfully. He clutches the sealed letter in his hand feeling ridiculous. What is he doing? He doesn’t even know if Cullen is interested. It’d just been a throw away line that started the conversation. Something about Leliana and Josephine snickering about marriage proposals at the war table.

A collection of responses to headcanon meme prompts. Some are about KremDorian some are about Krem in general. Basically this is a depository for my Krem and OTP feels lol

Krem sits on his bedroll in the tent and sighs heavily. He’s put this off as long as he can.

Bull and Krem don’t even look at each other before they’re moving. Krem pulls his sword and uses the hilt to smash the window swinging into the room. He vaguely hears the Bull swing his ax and fucking destroy a qunari sized chunk of the wall before running in with a roar that could chill blood, but all his attention is focused on the man on the floor. AU where Dorian meets Krem and Bull prior to the start of Inquisition and joins the chargers.

"I assume you don't intend for us to spend the evening dry humping like teenagers, at least?" Dorian asks. Maxwell laughs.

Margaery Tyrell licked her thumb and rubbed at the lion on her breast, which smudged and faded in a way that Sansa's dragon never would.

"Flatterer." But there was a curl of enjoyment in Josie's voice, so Leliana persisted.

On the longest night of the year, Cassandra goes to the chapel to pray.

Sera's not all that surprised that the Inquisitor will bed her--but she is a bit surprised (and pleased) that she'll admit to it.

Josephine smiles, and Cassandra smiles back with a reflexive happiness that sends warmth spiraling up from Josephine's belly to her heart. The thing it has taken her a long time to learn about Cassandra is that quite often her impatience and sarcasm are a thin layer, fragile as the skin of ice over a lake--and the emotions they conceal are as drowningly deep as that lake.

Leliana figures it out first, quite possibly even before Josephine does—and definitely before Cassandra does, but then, Cassandra can be very selectively dense. Certainly she figures it out well before either of them says anything to the other.

She is good at such things, and those smiles, crystal-brilliant as sun on snow, are reward enough.

Halward's blood magic ritual wasn't intended to change Dorian's orientation, it was intended to change his sex. When Dorian escapes and leaves the ritual half-completed, he leaves with a surprise: he can become pregnant, but without the necessary mechanisms in place... it's slowly killing him.

At the age of thirty-seven, Dorian of House Pavus could now say that the worst day of his life was his wedding day... After a failed blood-magic ritual from his father, Dorian's body is forever changed. However Halward isn't about to let that get in the way as he offers his only son up as a bargaining chip for peace in Seheron. Dorian, son of one of the most powerful Magisters in the Imperium, is now being forced to marry a Qunari. And to add to the man's frustrations, he must be pregnant within a year.

Dorian Pavus is a successful, single, and frankly frustrated author of Young Adult fiction. His work largely concerns the experiences of gay and queer teens, and he always, always gives them hopeful endings, despite his own life not delivering on that part. When he's invited to host a writer's workshop at a shelter for young people, he meets its caretaker, Iron Bull. Iron Bull admires his work, and then some. Dorian isn't quite sure how, but this becomes a Thing.

Through various means, Iron Bull and Dorian become the fathers of two baby girls. Dorian struggles with how to knit his family with his House, with the Magisterium, and how to give his girls the life they deserve. Bull learns to be more than just a caretaker. And this is all before the war.

Yusuke isn't the only spirit detective in the world. Five AUs.

Dorian isn't interested. What a silly idea.

The Iron Bull enjoys the multicultural celebration during Satinalia at Skyhold. Dorian enjoys the morning after just as much, if not more.

The Iron Bull is a firefighter with scars and history to spare. Dorian keeps setting things on fire- like curtains, and dates. Or, the one where two messed up people find each other, Solas is a righteous avenger, Cullen really needs to stop online dating, and everyone gets a happy ending but not without some pain to go with it.

trying to find that one post where y’all speculate about Finn realizing he needs to provide a surname, and he just goes with “Dameron” because that’s the first one which comes to mind

The Inquisition Law Offices provide a wide array of services to a select and not-so-select clientele. Working in Haven is a complicated business for Inquisitor Mahanon Lavellan, who balances actually bringing justice down on those corrupt while casually having his team manage negotiations to keep his city safe and peaceful with the Trevelyan twins in the dark lower streets, the Valo-Kas' warring Tal-Vashoth factions in the Qunari district, and the Carta's pair of rather dangerous contacts, the Cadash siblings. In comparison, The Iron Bull and his Chargers are a breath of calm, relaxing fresh air. Cullen Rutherford, head of the Inquisition Law Offices' Employee Resources department, has been blissfully unaware of all of this until meeting the love of his life in a jazz club bar fight. Cremisus Aclassi was not planning on a six-foot-and-change boyfriend, but hey, when life gives you oversized blushing men, you roll with it. Dorian just really wants Mob Wives of Thedas to stop trying to get him on their show, and his definitely-not-husband to stop interrupting him at work to make out in the Archives.

In which Dorian messes up a spell, Kinloch Hold was home to some kinky bastards, and Cullen is a little bit of a bad man (but they both love it).