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lesetoilesfous · 4 years

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I know its probably too late for the prompts but I thought I'd throw my hat in there. I've never sent a prompt before so if this is way too much please feel free to throw it out the window! Anyways... I think it would be cool to see a pre-relationship, sexual tension Fenders with these NSFW prompts. 1. Accidental stimulation, 2. After an injury 65. Surprise discovery of an overly-sensitive body part. If you do end up writing something that would be phenomenal! But if not, that's okay! Thanks!

Hi hi! I love your writing so much!! Thank you for the prompt!!!

(If you want me to write you a da2 fic, send me a prompt from here!)

@dadrunkwriting

Pairing: Fenris/Anders

Characters: Fenris, Anders

Tags: set at a nebulous point in da2, we can do what we want with the tattoos right, please forgive me for my abuses of canon, mild gore/canon typical injury

Rating: Mature

In Anders’ opinion, if Fenris was going to break his ribs every single time they left the city, he was probably in need of better armour. Sure, hey, maybe he was wrong. He was just a mage after all. He wasn’t a warrior. It wasn’t like he’d been a Grey Warden or anything. He didn’t know anything about battle. Why would anyone listen to him? He was just the person responsible for clearing up their broken bones when they all inevitably insisted on trying to give him six consecutive heart attacks.

What purpose does this rambling serve?

Justice’s question holds only curiosity. Anders chooses to take offense anyway, carefully peeling away the burned and torn fabric of the tunic on Fenris’ back to get at the grisly wound beneath it. Of course, wearing any armour at all over his back would be a significant improvement. Anders could just see the novel now: Stupid Sexy Tevinter Elf Survives a Blow to his Back, For Once, Shocking Annoyed Long-Suffering Spirit Healers Everywhere.

That’s a very long title for a book.

Justice points out, mildly. Anders carefully wipes his hands clean before beginning to dab at the bloodied skin of Fenris’ back. I’m wasted on you.

Now he’s gotten rid of the blood, Anders can see where the axe that had hit Fenris had carved out a chunk of his back, neatly bisecting a complex centre piece in his tattoos, above a branch that dips down to the base of his spine. Anders frowns. He had wondered, more than once, exactly how far Fenris’ tattoos stretched - and what that might mean regarding the nature of Danarius’ abuses. He’d tried not to think about it. If Fenris ever felt comfortable speaking to anyone about such things, it was extremely unlikely that it would be him.

Instead he focuses on the task at hand, easing the pain, soothing the inflammation, and then gently, painstakingly coaxing Fenris’ body into knitting itself back together. He starts, as Wynne had taught him, with the bones. He can almost hear her voice in the back of his mind now. Start deep and work your way up. A healer should never work backwards. As long as they are clean and no longer bleeding, surface wounds should be your last concern. You do not wish to find yourself out of mana with a ruptured lung because you spent your power tidying a scar.

Anders had often wondered whether the Senior Enchanter had spoken from experience. He hadn’t asked. Wynne tended to get prickly, when it came to her personal history. His eyes dance over the scars he can see as he works, faint white and pink lines marring Fenris’ dark skin. The lyrium hums, responding faintly to the magic in his hands. Anders ignores it, and Justice’s interest in the stuff.There was no doubt in his mind that Fenris would not take well to the application of magic to his lyrium. Anders preferred his heart inside his chest, all things considered.

Finally, finally it’s done. Anders slumps back in the bloody dirt, catching his breath. Fenris sighs, moving at last as his chest swells with a long, even breath. “Mage?” He starts to move and Anders curses in every language he knows, moving forward and setting a hand lightly on his back over the branching tattoos.

“No! Don’t move.” Fenris makes a soft, bitten off sound that’s high and startled. Anders frowns, pulling his hand back and ignoring the tingling in his palm. The tips of Fenris’ ears are red. “Did I hurt you?”

“No.” Fenris grinds the words out between clenched teeth, fingers curling in the dirt. Anders’ frown deepens, and he feels Justice rising in his head, lending him a second perspective as he scans Fenris’ body for any wound he might have missed.

“Right. And I’m betrothed to Knight-Commander Meredith. It’s going to be a summer wedding.” Gingerly, Anders touches the elf’s back, letting a little magic fall from his fingers as he scans the tissue for something he might have missed. As his fingers touch the branching tattoos, Fenris makes the sound again, somewhere between a grunt and a soft, high moan. “Fenris, if you don’t tell me what’s wrong I can’t help you.”

“Nothing is wrong, mage.” Fenris spits between clenched teeth. After a moment, his body slumps. He doesn’t look at Anders as he adds, softly. “I am...sensitive there. That is all.”

Anders blinks, staring at the dark tattooed skin under his hand. Realisation floods suddenly into his mind and he pulls his hand back. “Oh! Oh, right, sorry, that was - I didn’t mean -”

“It’s fine, mage.” There’s a soft hint of humour under the words. Fenris’ ears are still red. Anders feels his shoulders slump. He stares at the branching tattoos, faintly luminescent in the dark of the cave. “Have you completed your healing?” Fenris asks, after a moment.

Anders wets his dry lips. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, no, you’re all good.” He moves, grabbing a blanket from his pack and jerking it out with shaking fingers. He can’t stop thinking about that sound, that moan. Pushing the thought and all accompanying fantasies away as briskly as he can, Anders tosses the blanket over Fenris. “Here. You need rest. The others are bedding down for the night too. I’m on first watch.”

Fenris nods, shifting a little. “Thank you.”

Anders pushes his hair out of his face, trying to ignore the heat in his cheeks. “Don’t mention it.”

Fenris moves. Anders tries very hard not to find him adorable, with a blanket pulled up to his ears, leaving only a tuft of white hair and big green eyes. He has no doubt the elf would resent him for it. “Anders?”

Anders hums. (He can still hear it in the back of his head. That moan. What would happen if he did it on purpose? He imagines trailing his fingers down those tattoos, kissing the moans from Fenris’ lips, feeling him writhe beneath his touch, loved and loving.)

Anders.

Justice’s voice in the back of his head is faintly disapproving. Anders jerks himself out of his thoughts. “Yes?”

Fenris’ eyes are dark. “If you tell anyone about this I will kill you.”

He doesn’t even have the grace to sound angry. Anders nods, and tries not to smile, and doesn’t know why he wants to. “Got it.” Then he adds, softly, sincerely. “I won’t, Fenris. I wouldn’t.”

After a long, long moment Fenris nods, and shifts painfully onto his other side. Anders turns to the fire, holding his hands over the low flame and listening to the faint hiss of burning wood.

He tries very hard not to think of handsome elves.

He doesn’t really succeed.

#dadwc #da2 fic #fenders #fenris #anders #my fic #fustianriddles

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listentothepages · 3 years

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23 for the song ask!

this too shall pass by danny schmidt! send me a number 1-100 and i’ll tell you the song it corresponds to on my spotify wrapped top 100 playlist!

#ask game #fustianriddles

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barbex · 2 years

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13. Yours

For @18daysoffenders, another late entry. This is a continuation of the other prompt. (see @fustianriddles? only a little more hurty)

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The lantern isn't lit and the door to the clinic is locked. Fenris knocks, once, twice, until he finally hears footsteps coming closer.

"Who is it? Do you have an emergency?"

"It's me, Fenris, and no."

The door opens for a small gap, Anders' face half hidden as he peers out. "It's really you." He stares for a moment, then opens the door wide to let Fenris step in.

Anders leads him into the small nook separated from the clinic with a curtain. It's surprisingly warm in here, a fireball smoldering in a bowl on the floor giving off heat. The warmth explains why Anders doesn't wear his feathery coat but just a linen shirt that barely covers his naked knees.

"Do you want tea?"

"Yes," Fenris says, lacking any other words he could say. He keeps staring at Anders' naked legs.

Anders follows his gaze and blushes. "Sorry, I didn't expect visitors."

Fenris internal catalogue of things one does as a guest is extremely limited. In Hawke's house, he'd have tea or wine in his hand and Hawke or Varric or Merrill would tell a tale or a story and maybe he'd even have something to add. But here? How can he tell Anders that the feather reminded him of his fragile strength, his stubborn kindness?

"So," Anders says, "I guess you want to talk. Just so you know, that doesn't make it easier. It's just drawing out the inevitable."

He doesn't want to talk at all. He doesn't know how. All he knows is that Anders smells of elfroot, that his lips are soft and the frown on his forehead too harsh. His eyes slide down and his hands find the sharp angles of Anders' hips. He grabs and pulls him closer.

Anders follows easily, his eyes half lidded as he lays his head to the side to let Fenris kiss his neck. The simple gesture emboldens Fenris, this he knows how to do. He shoves Anders against the desk, turns him around and slides his hands under his shirt, up his back, pressing his hips against his ass.

Fenris goes still. This is not what he envisioned. Anders' back is rigid, his fingers are clenching, his fingernails dig into the table. Fenris takes a step back.

Anders turns his head and looks over his shoulder at Fenris, a bitter fire in his eyes. "What? Keep going. You're not the first one who wants to take a mage like this."

"Like what?" Fenris presses out between clenched teeth.

"Like punishment." Anders still glares at him. "Not even the first one wearing armor while — "

A scream he has no voice for wants to break free from his chest but nothing comes. He stumbles backwards, the curtain ripping as he falls, the earthen floor hard under his back. Armor bites into his skin, armor he's still wearing, just like the men who abused Anders, why is he still wearing the armor? He pulls at buckles and straps, his fingers trembling and he has not breath, there is no air, no air...

"Fenris, breathe, it's alright, I'm here, I'm sorry, just breathe for me."

Amber eyes stare at him, wide and fearful. Fenris tries to stand up, but Anders pulls him back, wrapping his arms around him. "I'm sorry, so sorry, I'm such an ass sometimes. I shouldn't have said that, I know you're not like that, I'm sorry."

Anders holds him, back pressed to his chest. Air finally fills Fenris' lungs again, smelling of Darktown and elfroot. He breathes in deeply and tension seeps out of his bones. "Alright. I'm alright."

"Thank the fucking Maker," Anders says. "I'm so sorry, I... you make me so angry sometimes and then I'm lashing out like a stupid teenager. I keep forgetting..."

Anders' arms are warm around him and not even the coldness of the floor they're sitting on bothers him. "What do you forget?"

Anders sighs and presses his lips against Fenris' temple. "I keep forgetting that you're old and young at the same time. You have no reference. You don't know what it means to have a healthy relationship, to love. All you know is violence."

Fenris leans his head against Anders' shoulder. It's easier to speak like this, without looking at him. "He took and took and I had to be grateful for it."

"And that's not a real relationship, that's not love." Anders pulls him tighter. "It's supposed to be a balance, giving and taking. In pleasure as in suffering. It's when you're finding joy in the happiness of the other, when you want to be with the other because you both want to make each other better."

"It's not just sex."

"No." Anders kisses his temple again. "Remember how Hawke and Merrill sometimes look at each other? As if the rest of the world just disappeared? How they both blush when they hold hands under the table? Those little gestures, small moments. I think those are more important than sex. And I do think that sex is pretty great."

"But it isn't what makes a relationship." Something loosens in Fenris' chest as he breathes out.

Anders' breath brushes over Fenris' ear. "It's when you want to say 'I am yours' and you know you can because you're not giving yourself up, you're not signing yourself over to be owned. You say it because you feel safe."

Fenris breathes out, long and slow. He turns in Anders' arms so that he can look at him. "I can learn this."

"You'll feel it. One day you'll be sure." Anders wipes his eyes and looks away. "It will take time."

"Can you give me that time?"

A strange sound like a sob falls out of Anders' mouth. "Don't. I'm a mage, you don't want me."

"I can't help what I feel."

"No, no." Anders lets his arms drop and tries to scoot away from Fenris. "I'm not the one you want."

Fenris grabs Anders' shoulder, pulling him back. "I will decide that for myself."

#18daysoffenders #fenders #fenders fic #Fenris x Anders #dragon age #dragon age fanfiction #my writing #slaps fenders ship #this ship can fit so much pain

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dalish-rogue · 2 years

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fic recs! (fenders, part 3)

(part 1) (part 2)

mooooreeee fenders because of course :)

Steal Into My Melancholy Heart by @fustianriddles (E, 91315 words, in progress) Anders managed to free Karl from the Gallows. They fled to Tevinter and established a free clinic in the Liberati slums of Minrathous. He healed the poor and enslaved, while Karl became involved with the Mage Underground in Kirkwall, wanting to free his fellow mages. After Karl goes missing, Anders' only hope is to turn to Danarius for aid. A favor owed to a magister is deadly indeed. But for Karl, a favor is a small thing to ask for. Little did Anders know that his quest would lead him right into the hands of an unlikely ally.

Hard Up in Hightown by @andrastesknickerweasel (E, 57318 words, now complete!!!!) Hard Up in Hightown? Call now! 1-800-HRD-HTWN! Hot local Kirkwall singles waiting for your call 24/7! Dragon Age Fenders Modern Phone Sex AU (with FAR more feels than I was prepared for when I clicked the link for a fun phone sex AU T__T <333 really, I can’t stress enough how incredibly sweet this fic is, plus some really wonderful modern AU spins on existing lore)

Temporary Reassignment by @lesetoilesfous (M, 14460 words, complete) A hapless farmer outside Kirkwall has triggered a five hundred year old enchantment and cursed his town into an unnatural slumber. Hawke's best lead to break the curse is one Ser Robert d'Estienne. When Ser Robert requests the use of a mage to help him break the curse's series of magical defences, Marian loans him Anders. Not that Anders gets a say in the matter. Accompanied by Aveline, Fenris and one pompous mage-hating knight, Anders is due for a very long, very bad day. He just wishes the elf would stop staring at him, and let him daydream in peace about a world in which this had never happened.

Dear Justice by @thejourneymaninn (G, 4770 words, complete) Fenris finds a stack of letters addressed to Justice in Anders' clinic. He probably shouldn’t read them…But he does. And what he finds changes his relationship with Anders. And Justice.

TnT by Maverocknroll (five-part series, rated M/T/M/T/M respectively, 56758 words, complete) A series of prompt fills that can be read alone but really come together to form a wonderful slowburn -- pining, angst, hurt/comfort, buildup of mutual respect and understanding, magical hijinks, fluff -- this has it all

A Dark and Stormy Night by GraphiteHeron (E, 7582 words, complete) Anders is feeling overwhelmed and his scars are aching with the weather, so he goes to the one person he knows of that probably understands how he's feeling. Fenris is surprisingly accommodating. (incredibly beautiful & tender body exploration/lovemaking fic)

Language Barrier by Akaiba (E, 9104 words, complete) It had been a gift, after all, and a gift from Anders at that. The man’s kindness of late with the reading and writing lessons, even if he did not sit through them with Fenris, was touching. It had cast the mage in a slightly different light, one that Fenris was struggling to process. Fenris turned open the cover, quill lifted and… he stilled. There were words already printed onto the first page.

Roses are Red, I Glow Blue by Prudabaga (E, 8650 words, complete, includes Fenris/Justice and Fenris/Anders/Justice, also has adorable art!!) While Anders sleeps, Justice gets bored and decides to pass the time by reading Varric's pulp romance books. He then uses his newfound knowledge of mortal love to woo Fenris. It goes about as well as you'd expect. (aka the most incredible crackfic, no matter how many times I read it never fails to make me laugh, I can’t recommend it enough)

#fic rec #fenders #anders #fenris #dragon age #dragon age 2 #da2 #fenders fic recs #otp ❤️#UNTIL NEXT TIME because as always there are more where these came from

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myancientmars · 4 years

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compile 6-9 characters that you relate to and see if there’s a trend~!

i was tagged by @transkakashi

i will in turn tag @himbohatake @shippudens @maddieillest and @fustianriddles

#me #honestly i have no idea what this says about me #im kinda just a mess #annabeth chase #hinata hyuga #zenitsu agatsuma #sokka #susan pevensie #gimli #luke skywalker #mine

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ghilenan · 5 years

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Ronnie

@fustianriddles‘s DnD character!

#Dungeons and Dragons #DnD #Elf #well half elf but still #Inktober 2019 #Ghilenart #preddy babie my new love precious angel dhsjdbkdl

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ao3feed-fenders · 4 years

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Steal Into My Melancholy Heart

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/34aH7Bi

by fustianriddles

Anders,

The mage underground has informed me that the Gallows intend on punishing Adelaide with the brand. I know you will find it foolish but I owe her a life debt, and if sailing to Kirkwall and breaking her chains settles that debt then so be it. Be angry with me if you must, but you are not the only man with a spirit of justice inside of him. If all goes well, I will be home at the end of Justinian, if not, don’t come after me. You have done enough rescuing in your lifetime. You are doing good work in the clinic, do not let that go to waste for one old man.

Love, Karl

Justice - Let him eat, let him sleep. He is only human after all.

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Anders managed to free Karl from the Gallows. They fled to Tevinter and established a free clinic in the Liberati slums of Minrathous. He heals the poor and enslaved, while Karl becomes involved with the mage underground in Kirkwall, wanting to free his fellow mages. After Karl goes missing, Anders's only hope is to turn to Danarius for aid. A favor owed to a magister is deadly indeed. But for Karl, a favor is a small thing to ask for.

Words: 5330, Chapters: 1/17, Language: English

Fandoms: Dragon Age (Video Games), Dragon Age II

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Anders (Dragon Age), Justice (Dragon Age), Fenris (Dragon Age), Hawke (Dragon Age), Danarius (Dragon Age)

Relationships: Anders/Fenris (Dragon Age), Fenris/Anders, Anders/Karl Thekla (Past)

Additional Tags: Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Angst with a Happy Ending, Eventual Smut, You have covid-19 to thank for this fic, I have covid-19 to thank for losing my job and apartment, Yikes

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/34aH7Bi

#ao3feed #fanfic #fenders #Anders #Fenris

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i-remember-there-was-mist · 7 years

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Theatre College List Masterpost!

I had a request to reach out to followers so that people looking into theatre schools can reach out to them and ask them questions about specific programs! Here’s the list so far--I will update it as I get more references. Feel free to send these people asks about their schools and programs, but please remember that many of them are busy students and performers, and they answer on their own time!

If you wanted to be added to this list, please send me a message with your school and your degree! You can be entering in the fall, currently studying, or already graduated.

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lesetoilesfous · 4 years

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If you haven’t gotten this prompt yet! Fenders, Pining, A Secret™️ “I want an answer, goddammit!”

Aaaah thank you so much! I love your writing!!

(If you’d like me to write you a dragon age ficlet, send me a prompt from here!)

@dadrunkwriting

Pairing: Fenders

Characters: Fenris, Anders

Tags: modern au, unrequited crush abruptly requited, boys with a lot of shit to work through

Rating: Mature

“I want an answer, goddammit!”

Anders’ voice bounces in a ringing echo up the sides of the tall buildings which frame the alley outside the back of The Hanged Man. His cigarette hangs dripping embers onto the trash-strewn street, and above them the stars are hidden by a thick haze of smoke and light pollution.

Fenris is standing at the end of the alley, backlit the blue light of the street, hair silver as the moon in the dark. He isn’t looking at him. Anders can feel his heart thudding, hard, against his chest. He forces himself to wait. A motorbike screeches down the road in an echoing roar. Fenris’ shoulders lift, slowly, before falling in one quick, heavy movement. He turns, and his hands are curled into loose fists. His skin glimmers with the dull glow of the lyrium sewn into him.

“What do you want me to say?”

Fenris’ voice is soft, but somehow it carries far more clearly than Anders’ hurried, impulsive shout had. The wind pulls the acrid stench of garbage and smoke into Anders’ lungs, and he wrinkles his nose, dropping his cigarette and grinding it into the stone with his heel before stepping closer to Fenris. Anders half expects the elf to run away. He doesn’t. Instead he stands firm and unflinching, face half-hidden by the shadows of the buildings above them. At his sides his hands slowly, deliberately uncurl.

Anders comes to a stop a foot away from Fenris. He feels like any minute his heart is going to miss the wall of his chest and slam straight into the back of his throat. Compulsively, he swallows, half imagining that he can feel the weight of something heavy as he does so. He takes a breath that isn’t as deep as he meant it to be, and pulls a hand up through his hair, tugging it hard and looking away from Fenris, at a crude graffiti drawing of a pair of templars engaging in what could not possibly be comfortable copulation.

Anders bites the inside of his cheek, hard. Behind him, muffled music is almost inaudible as it seeps through the walls of The Hanged Man. The wind pulls Fenris’ hair across his forehead, white and soft as feathered wings. He doesn’t move. Anders frowns at his feet. “It’s not about what I want.”

Fenris nods, once, sharply, and turns on his heel. Anders doesn’t think - he catches Fenris’ arm, fingers wrapping easily around his wrist, even through the thick, soft padding of his leather jacket. “Wait!”

Fenris freezes. Anders lets go of him immediately. “Sorry! Sorry, I shouldn’t have done that - I just - ” Anders is halfway to kicking himself into next sunday for being a thoughtless, presumptuous arse when Fenris interrupts him.

“Why?” He always speaks so softly, Anders thinks, distracted. But every word is so carefully chosen. It always makes you listen. Like pebbles dropped in still water, to Anders’ perpetual mist of drizzle - all noise with no weight.

Anders shrugs, and tries to ignore the burn of a flush running up his neck. “Why what?”

Fenris frowns at him, as if he’s being particularly obtuse. Anders tries not to feel like he is. “Why do you want to know? What does it matter to you?”

“I…” Anders trails off, pushing one hand into the pocket of his jeans whilst the other goes up to his ear, where he normally has a cigarette. The cigarette in question is wasted and filthy in the dirt behind him. Anders’ hand falls to his side as his cheeks flush with heat, and he scuffs the dirt at the end of the alley with his shoe. He bites his cheek. “Has it occurred to you that maybe you’re not the only one who’s fallen for someone that doesn’t feel the same way?”

Fenris’ expression is perfectly still, for a moment. Then it twists into something that’s either pain or frustration. Anders wishes, desperately that he knew which. But then Fenris turns around and walks out onto the main street, lifting an arm to flag a taxi. “Either you are mocking me, mage, or you wish me to commiserate with you over your feelings for Marian. I have no interest in aiding you with either.”

“I’m not in love with her!” Anders’ voice is too loud in the quiet night, and Fenris stops, suddenly, arm half raised above his head as he stares down the wide, empty road.

“What?”

Anders grins, and shrugs, standing in the shadows of the alley in the vain hope that it will hide the tears prickling in his eyes. “I’m in love with you. And no, before you say it, the irony isn’t lost on me.” He laughs, and it hurts, fracturing in his mouth before it breaks into a sob. He turns, again, and tries to ignore the jagged mess blooming in his chest as he pulls at his hair. “Sorry. This was stupid. I’ll leave you alone.” Maybe Isabela would buy him one of those drinks she owed him. She usually did, when he’d been crying.

A strong hand on his shoulder, warm and tingling with lyrium even through the thin fabric of his t-shirt, has Anders turning around. He can’t read the expression on Fenris’ face, at first, and he holds his breath: waiting for a tirade, or worse, gentle rejection. But then Fenris’ mouth curls into a small, gentle smile, and he gets up on tiptoes, and his warm, calloused palm slips beneath Anders’ hair and cups the back of his neck. Gently, firmly, Fenris pulls Anders down and kisses him.

He tastes like vodka and lemon, and his tongue is warm as it slips into Anders’ mouth. His hand pushes up into Anders’ hair, pulling softly in a way that sets Anders’ scalp tingling with pleasure. Anders sighs into the kiss, and he feels Fenris’ answering chuckle shiver against his lips. After a long moment, he lets go, and falls back down onto his heels. Dizzily, Anders follows him, kissing his lips again, once, deep and firm and chaste, pressing their lips together as he breathes in through his nose, filling himself with the warmth and heat and smell of him. When he pulls back, he presses his forehead to Fenris’, feeling the strange prickle of his tattoos in his skin.

“So you’re not in love with Marian, then?”

Behind them, finally, a cab pulls to a stop with a low rumble. Fenris’ free hand lifts to tangle in Anders’, his lyrium tattoos strangely cool where the rest of him is not. Fenris steps back, and pulls Anders with him, and Anders lets himself be led. Fenris pauses in front of the taxi, which glitters black as a beetle in the dark. Anders watches the lines of Fenris’ tattoos ripple as he swallows. “Come home with me?”

Anders’ knees go weak in a way they haven’t done since he’d shared a room with Karl Thekla. He breathes, roughly, “Maker, yes.”

Fenris grins at him, wide and shy and a little crooked, and squeezes his hand before he lets go. Anders follows him into the car. Above them, the moon emerges from a cloud, and pours a bright silver path of light onto the road ahead of them. Then it’s washed away by the cab’s headlights, sweet and swift as a half-remembered dream.

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14 Days of DA Lovers, Day 14 and also Day 5

I know I’m late! This is the continuations of the last two ficlets [Silk] and [Euphoric].

I wanted to write this for the 14th and for @fustianriddles and @potatowitch to give you an ending to this little arc, but... endings are my nemesis. The worst! All I can say is -- I tried.

Written for @14daysdalovers, originally for Day 14, with prompt 5: Kissing in the rain

lemons and past abuse mentioned

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Fenris lingers. Stalling for time. And he knows he does. After one night of blissful sleep and fretting from morning till afternoon, he finally found the courage to make his way down into Darktown to see the mage. That was hours ago. As soon as the clinic's door was in sight, all his courage left him.

And now he lingers. He has freshly baked sweet bread in the bag hanging over his shoulder, a gift that he feels increasingly silly about. Who gives bread to someone to ask for... whatever he wants to ask for? His time? His affection? The chance to be near him, touch him again, hear him speak, moan, sigh?

He's about to throw the bread inside and bolt, when Anders comes out of the door and extinguishes the lantern. His gaze falls on Fenris and various emotions rush over his face. For a moment he even looks happy to see Fenris, but then his expression closes off again, the usual suspicious glare in his eyes.

"Are you injured?"

"No." Fenris plays with the drawstring of his bag, unsure how to offer Anders his bready gift of peace.

Anders looks at him with a puzzled expression. "Did Hawke send you to help me?"

Fenris nods before he even thinks and Anders' face lights up with a smirk. "Well, I don't know what you did to get drawn into this, but I'll not look a gifted cow in the mouth."

How can that smirk make Anders look so beautiful? Fenris shakes his head, trying to clear it.

"What?" Anders snarls, obviously suspecting that he shook his head in response to what he said.

It's always like this between them, always assuming the worst of the other, suspicious of any emotions the other shows, always looking for the hurt and making it fester more. This is not what he wants, not anymore.

"What do you need help with?"

Anders looks at him with a confused frown. "I bought all these good supplies and I want to store some in Hawke's basement." He picks up a crate with bottles and vials and gives it to Fenris. He slings a bag full of herbs that smells like an entire garden over his shoulder and picks up a basket with more vials.

Fenris follows him through the secret tunnel into Hawke's basement. A small magelight hovers in front of Anders, lighting their way. Anders looked at him when he lit it up, expecting him to protest. But Fenris doesn't. He doesn't mind Anders' magic anymore; he hasn't for a while, even if he still acted like it, out of habit.

Hawke's basement has plenty of empty shelves to put Anders' supplies away. Fenris searches for something to say the whole time, but his mind is empty. All he can think of is how Anders felt, how open he was when he didn't know that Fenris was touching him. Now he is reserved, mumbling to himself, occasionally glaring at Fenris.

"Well, thanks for your help." Anders climbs up the stairs into Hawke's mansion, greeting Bodahn as he leaves through the front door, Fenris following him. "I'm glad the stuff is safe now from the next templar raid. Would be such a waste of money."

There's a secret smile on Anders' face, a joyful, dreamy thing, and Fenris suddenly knows with crystal clarity what he's thinking about. He feels his face heat with a blush. Anders got that money yesterday, for his job at the brothel. For letting Fenris fuck him.

Fenris turns his back to Anders as he digs his gauntlets into his own arm to distract himself from the memories. Memories that show Anders under him, his back stretched in an arch, his eyes hidden under red silk as he moans and pants, tension rippling under golden skin. He has to suppress a groan as a certain part of his body relishes in these images.

"I'm off now. I need to pick another kind of herb. Have a good day." Anders waves at him and turns towards the main road that will take him to Kirkwall's gates. He walks with purpose, his staff, a gnarly, undecorated thing pretending to be a walking stick, loosely in his hand. After a short while, he turns around. "Why in the blazes are you following me?"

Fenris hasn't even been aware that he did. He doesn't know what to say.

"Did Hawke tell you to watch me? Or Aveline?"

Fenris shakes his head.

"What? Now you're just not gonna talk?" Anders glares at him. "Is this some weird way of making sure that it's only you who kills me?"

"No." Fenris doesn't know where to rest his eyes, to avoid seeing the anger in Anders' expression. "You shouldn't go alone."

"Pff," Anders snorts. "This isn't even the first time I'm going alone towards Sundermount. I've been out of the Circle long enough, I can take care of myself just fine."

"I..." Fenris takes a deep breath. "I would like to go with you." He takes another breath. "Please."

Anders' mouth opens and closes like a fish on dry land. After several attempts and speaking, he looks up at the sky. "Am I in the fade? You really want to go with me?"

Fenris can't help but chuckle. "We should get going. It will rain later."

Anders looks at him from the side as if he doesn't believe he's quite real, but nods. Together, they walk against the stream of merchants and traders entering the city and take the road up towards the mountain.

It's a beautiful day, despite dark clouds looming in the distance. The sun warms them and the paths they take are littered with freshly bloomed flowers after recent rain. Anders is uncharacteristically quiet, only occasionally cooing over a flower or an insect.

"What is that?" Fenris asks, when the mage stops once again to kneel in front of a tiny bush with pink flowers.

"It's nothing special, really, just a simple weed. It's called Weaver's Friend. I think weavers use the oil in its leaves to protect the skin on their hands." He brushes over the blooms like he's stroking a cat.

"But it's special to you?" Fenris asks. Why else would the mage kneel for a simple weed?

"Kinloch Hold had an inner courtyard, they called it the garden." He huffs bitterly. "A garden, as if anything grew there. The tower and the walls blocked all the sunlight. It was all just sand. But one day, I found a gap in the wall, not quite large enough to put my hand in, but it got sunlight. This plant had found a patch of dirt in the gap and grew. It was blooming, in secret. And in the morning, if I held my hand in front of the hole, sunlight hit my palm with pink spots from the blooms."

Anders gets up and takes a shaky breath. "But who cares for sunlight, right? How did you say? I had a comfy bed and three meals a day, what ever do I complain about? The bed even came with — " He closes his mouth with a snap and swallows. As he gets up, he steps on the plant and walks on with determined steps.

Fenris' heart aches for him. He recognizes this kind of pain. Leaning down, he picks one small bloom that hasn't been crushed. As he follows Anders, he twirls the stem between his fingers, watching the pink bloom blur. Such a little thing, but it meant so much to Anders.

Lost in thought, he doesn't realize that the sun has disappeared.

"It's gonna rain any minute, we should take cover over there." Anders points to a small overhang. They duck under it, just as the first drops begin to fall and soon a curtain of water falls in front of their small cover.

Anders settles against the wall, drawing his legs in to keep them out of the rain. Fenris sits down next to him, crossing his legs. Anders glances at him and kicks a rock with his foot and then flicks a small fireball against it. It's not exactly a bonfire, but it gives a little warmth and light.

He looks at Fenris and frowns. "Alright, what is going on?" He turns to him and crosses his arms across his chest. "You've said barely a word, you followed me, I've been talking about my wonderful life at the Circle, and just now I did magic, and the whole time you didn't even glare at me. Are you ill?"

Fenris still doesn't find the word he needs, staring at his tucked in feet.

"Come on, this is unnerving," Anders says, throwing his hands up. "You're supposed to tell me how much you hate me or something."

"I don't," Fenris says. He stares at the flower in his hand and lets it drop to the ground.

"Since when?"

"I don't know." Fenris digs into his bag and takes out the soft bread he bought, breaking it in half to share it with Anders.

Anders looks at the bread in his hand and then back at Fenris. "Why do you have sweet bread in your bag?"

"Do you like it?"

"Of course. Who doesn't like sweet bread?" Anders eats the bread and watches him. Then he leans forward with a grin. "This is a game, right? You lost a bet with Hawke, didn't you? What did you do?"

Anders stretches his hand out and grabs Fenris' arm and a shiver runs through Fenris' body as Anders' magic hums against his markings. Anders looks at his hand, at the lyrium lighting up around it from his magic, and his eyes go wide. Slowly he lifts his eyes, catching Fenris' gaze. "It was you. Yesterday. That was you."

Anders snaps his hand away and pushes back, moving as far away from Fenris as he can in the tiny space. "You were... why?" He stares at Fenris, breathing rapidly. "Why? Why did you ask for a human mage? What kind of game is this, did you know it would be me?"

"No!" Fenris hurries to say. "I didn't know it would be you, I didn't expect that."

Anders stares, a helpless laugh breaking out of him. "But why? Why did you ask to fuck a mage?"

"To see if I can."

"I don't understand." Anders frowns again.

Fenris turns fully towards Anders, trying to close some distance between them. "I wanted to know if I can have sex with a mage — "

"Despite your trauma," Anders finishes his sentence.

"Yes." A flicker of hope grows in Fenris' chest. Maybe Anders understands his reasons.

Anders stays silent, just staring at Fenris, and multiple emotions rush over his face. Disbelief, anger, confusion. The last expression that lingers is one of sadness. All of a sudden, he ducks out from under the overhang, steps out, and disappears in the rain.

Fenris hurries after him, finding him leaning against the rock next to the overhang. Anders holds his face in the rain. Water drips over it, on his closed eyes. When he notices Fenris approaching, he opens them. They glimmer with wetness, and not just from the rain.

"Anders, I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Anders says and turns his face back into the rain. "It was a unique approach, I give you that. You didn't do anything bad, and I even got paid for good sex." He lets out a laugh that doesn't sound right. "It was good, wasn't it?"

Fenris smiles at that. "Yes, it was." The memory makes him smile even more. He doesn't understand why Anders still looks like he's close to tears.

"Who would have thought, huh?" Anders pushes away from the rock, wiping his wet hair from his face. "Well, you better tell Hawke he owes me."

He tries to walk off, but Fenris stops him with his hand on his arm. He looks into Anders' eyes. "I didn't do this for Hawke."

"Oh, come on, of course it's Hawke, who else is there?" Anders tries to pull his arm away, but Fenris holds on.

"You," he says. "I did it for you."

Anders stares at him with his mouth open. The rain keeps pouring, plastering his hair to his head. Water drips down his nose. "No. You're with Hawke."

"I'm not. My time with Hawke is long over." Fenris shakes his head. Water flies from the hair hanging in his face. "It didn't work. It felt wrong."

Anders still stares. His face is unreadable.

"I just had to know." Cold rain drips down Fenris' back. But nothing will make him run away from this moment.

Anders takes a careful step towards him, and his voice lowers. "You had to know what?"

"I had to know if I was broken."

"Oh, shit." Anders steps in front of him. He puts his hands on Fenris' shoulders and fixes him in a determined look. "You're not broken. That bastard did not break you."

Fenris holds his gaze. "I know that now."

"You really did that for me?" Anders asks, almost inaudible.

"Yes, for you."

"Why me?"

Fenris moves a fraction closer, putting his hand on Anders' cheek. "Because you're wonderful. You're kind, you care so much, and you make me think."

Anders leans into the touch. "Maker, Fenris, you could have anybody."

Fenris stretches towards him, his lips almost touching Anders'. "But I want you."

The rain keeps falling, dripping down their faces. Fenris waits. At last, Anders closes the distance and presses a kiss on Fenris' lips. He smiles, Fenris can feel it against his lips.

"You taste of rain," Anders whispers.

"That cannot do," Fenris says, sliding his hand behind Anders' neck and kissing him for real.

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