#dont get me started on the look dorian and opal shared

[screechingfromthevoid]

Something I find deeply interesting about Percy setting Gwendolyn up as a spy in order to find the gods is that it comes on top of the layer of "I'm getting old".

Percy is constantly staring his mortality in the face and he is still so curious about the world. Which is a wonderful thing. Except. He is passing these curiosities on to his children. Going to the moon would be a fine thing to give them. But tasking one of them to find the gods? That is an obsession.

If this is what Percy wants for Gwendolyn, she is going to do it. She is going to hone her skills. She will get very close to her uncle Vax. She will meet gods and. Who knows what they will do with that information.

What is a human man going to do with the knowledge of the gods first reincarnation? Will he even live long enough to see their first resurgence? Will he funnel money to the gods and their parents. Some sort of Whitestone scholarship? Does he think something like that will matter once they come back to themselves?

[dontgofarfromme]

Can you recommend any dorym fics? I’m very picky as well

Hey anon! I went through my ao3 bookmarks and tragically have very few, precisely bc I'm so picky :((( These are my favorites of the ones I've read though!

Look Alive, Sunshine by Anonymous

Words: 38k / Completion status: Incomplete, updated 2022/10/04

Clutching his axe tightly, Dorian peeks. There is the hollow, turning around to face the far end of the side yard. There is Orym, in the middle of a pile of dead leaves, trapped between the hollow and the gate. There is the end of his sword, teetering on the edge of the roof. This picture is not a good picture. Orym gets to his feet slowly, as though trying not to spook the hollow into action. Dorian watches his eyes dart between the fence, the wall, the roof, and the gate. No good footholds. Nothing to climb up. Gate wedged closed. He is well and truly stuck. His eyes find Dorian’s, unbelievably calm even in their growing fear. Dorian nods, and holds a finger to his lips.

Zombie apocalypse AU. I recognize that I am starting with like. The least canon-relevant and claiming to be picky about characterization but however!! I think this fic really gets both Dorian and Orym, not to mention the other characters, and is able to translate their specific backgrounds and flaws incredibly well into an extremely disparate setting. Also i love the whole pre-relationship thing where both parties are unsure of where they stand with the other/worry that their feelings aren't reciprocated and try to clamp down on them because of it, and I can never find many fic with them in that stage for this ship, but think this one manages to get a fair amount of that uncertainty into the mix for something that is also caught up in like. Zombies. I found this one quite recently and am just like praying for the next update lol.

better in the morning by a_goblin (ConstantComment)

Words: 5.3k / Completion status: Complete

With Fearne and Orym, it never felt too odd to share a bed, abandoning his genteel comforts to save the coin. In some ways it felt like napping on the sprawled rugs and cushions of the nursery with his brother and cousins long before he knew he was important, or like sleeping back-to-back on the road with Dariax or Opal to keep warm and safe when he knew he was important to his companions. But, there is an important distinction to be made about approaching a bed that a man already lies in. After the explosion at the Moon Tower, old wounds resurface and old patterns change.

Soft shit. Canon-typical bed sharing, post-battle fallout, mild repression, etc. I just want them to sit down and cry a lot and talk about their feelings or whatever and this one goes check check and check on those counts. Also that last sentence of the first paragraph in the summary A+++++.

this drunken semaphore by maybetwice

Words: 2.6k / Completion status: Complete

Drinking games are the natural endpoint for people who are bored and drunk, and that’s just about all this ragtag crew are these days.

Very sweet, I also just love the addition of the rest of the Crown Keepers, this is totally a game they would play. Orym sitting equal parts with remembrance of Will and with growing feelings for Dorian is so good here; it's something that's going to have to be grappled with regardless of the Orym ship and I like the exploration here of where in this particular moment he falls in that process of grieving and moving on.

better hope I dont blink by jadeandquartz

Words: 3.7k / Completion status: Complete

A torch flickers into view. Two, maybe three streets away. Someone has heard. Someone is coming to check. I can’t let them find me. If they find him, he won’t get another chance. If they find him, he’ll never be able to try again. If they find him - I can’t let them find me. His ankle throbs warmly. Dorian grits his teeth, shoves panic down into the deep recesses of his stomach like he’s been doing every day of his life, and rummages through the bag for the kitchen knife. He cuts a strip from the black cloak, ties it awkwardly around his eyes to mask their light. Then, he turns and hobbles towards the nearest patch of shadow. Away from his pursuers. Towards anything else, anywhere else that will take him. I won’t let them find me. *** Or: Four times Dorian Storm wore a mask (and one time where he became Brontë Wyvernwind again in the process)

This one is technically more Dorian than it is dorym but it does have dorym in it and also im fricking obsessed with this portrayal of Dorian's background so it's going in the list. It cuts to the heart of this conflict Dorian has which almost defines his character, where he wants so badly to just be seen and loved as himself but then tends to revert to this old defence mechanism of burying himself under an abrasive but charming mask (literally, in the case of this fic) when shit gets too dicey or too personal, like we saw in EXU and at the ball in cr3. The short bits with Orym are written in this really tender and delicate way, suited to how new and fragile their friendship and Dorian's feelings are.

truth, now spoken by portraitofemmy

Words: 4.1k / Completion status: Complete

He’s not surprised to find Orym sitting awake in the room when he gets back to the Spire By Fire. He’s not surprised, but he’s not exactly happy about it either. Dorian and Orym have a conversation, and end up a little closer for it.

It's a crime that this ship doesn't have more getting-together fics, okay, I live for getting-together fics. This one is very sweet, it lets them talk a little of their personal baggage out with each other which I also always love to watch.

These are my favourites at the moment! If you're looking for more I'd suggest to also go digging through these authors' other fics (I am personally devastated that Look Alive, Sunshine is on anon bc i would kill to read more stuff from this person), most of them have written other good dorym fics as well but these are just the ones I like most and/or the ones i remembered to bookmark!