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vonuberwald · 11 months

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Happy DADWC! Can I get " …after a small rejection." for Fenders or Fenhanders? :D

Hawke and Fenris glanced at each other again as Anders sighed for the hundredth time where he was lying on the small chaise at the foot of Hawke's bed. He'd walked in earlier, morose expression on his face, kicked his boots off and slumped there after a mumbled greeting to the both of the. Fenris and Hawke had been sitting on the bed, waiting for him to return from the clinic where he'd been shut in the small storage room that also passed for his office in there. According to a harried helper, he'd been in there for some time sulking after what she only described as an Incident.

When pressed for more information, she'd only sighed and said, exasperated, 'You'd best just ask him yerself, milords, he's in a right one and no doubt.' Muttering about scratches and big babies, she'd rushed off to help a small family that had just come in, leaving the others bewildered. They'd tried to knock on the door where the mage had sequestered himself, only to be told in a muffled voice through the rough wood that he was 'fine' and would see them later.

Satisfied that Anders was at least uninjured, and as Hawke judged it best for them to talk in the privacy of the estate anyway, they'd left and in the present, they were now left to delicately inquire of the man himself.

Hawke met Fenris' gaze. Fenris stared back. Hawke inclined his head towards Anders. Fenris stared back. Hawke nodded his head a little more forcefully. Fenris rolled his eyes. Hawke sighed and cleared his throat.

'So, uh, we came by earlier. If you remember,' he began.

'Mm,' said Anders.

'Liezel, I think it was, told us you were, um,' Don't say 'sulking', Garrett. 'a little... upset?'

'Mmfdfd,' Anders mumbled.

'Eh?'

Anders huffed and sat up, his shoulders hunched up around his ears. 'Was nothing,' he muttered quietly. And-

'Mage, I swear to all that you hold dear, if you sigh one more time,' Fenris interjected snappily. 'Just tell us what happened and who we need to kill already.'

Right then, Hawke thought, that works too.

Anders made a face, but came over and sat on the edge of the bed closest to the elf. Hawke couldn't help but notice that he was holding his left hand gingerly, covering the back as he was injured there. Frowning, Hawke reached for it, only for the other to draw back, not quite flinching before thinking better of it. As Hawke took his hand, he noticed that for some reason a flush had risen on Anders' face and he suddenly seemed... embarrassed? Looking down at the hand in his, he saw three lines, reddened as if they'd been lightly bleeding some time ago, but nothing more. Certainly nothing of any real concern. Hawke was surprised the mage hadn't just healed it himself, unless he was missing something?

Beside him, Fenris snorted with amusement, clearly having come to some sort of conclusion before him. 'Are you serious?'

Anders bristled and took his hand back and with a brief burst of magic, the scratches were gone.

'Look, he's never done that before, alright?' He said. Hawke was lost and turned to Fenris.

''He'?

The elf rolled his eyes. 'There's a stray cat around the clinic he's been feeding for weeks now. The cat scratched him, so he's sulking.'

Hawke turned to look at Anders. His expression might have been a little incredulous as Anders blushed harder and looked away. Hawke felt that familiar love and fondness bubble up in his chest as he scooted closer to his lover and took him in his arms.

'Come here, you,' he said, burying his face in cornsilk hair. Anders made a soft noise and relaxed against him. 'The cat'll come around again and then you can adopt it and keep it here if you like,' he continued, leaning around and kissing him on the cheek. 'As many as you like.'

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Fenris make a face, but he too came in closer, reaching across and taking Anders' hand in his, and brought it to his lips to kiss the spot where the wounds had been.

'But you're cleaning up after them,' he added with a smirk.

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Thanks so much!

@dadrunkwriting

#fenris #anders #male hawke #fenhanders #dragon age 2 #dragon age #fanfiction #my fanfiction #dadwc #the cat's name will be ser pounce II #realace

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syrupwit · 2 years

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hi hi hi happy friday! Can I get "Neediness and feeling embarrassed about it" or "Everybody wants to know how we fucked on the bathroom sink" (which banger song!!!) for Anders/Fenris or Alistair/Zevran? Also throwing in that I've really been enjoying your fics 🥺

Hello, thank you! I considered mashing all these request components together into a Frankenfill, but, alas, it was not to be.

Under the cut, please find ~1700-1800ish words of neediness, and feeling embarrassed about it, for Anders/Fenris for @dadrunkwriting. This is a follow-up to this fill from last week. CW: sexual content.

ETA: I did not mean to post this so soon, I'm sorry! It was meant to go in the queue for this evening. /o\

Anders had learned a long time ago, longer than he preferred to admit, that it wasn’t safe to let anyone know he wanted something. They would take it, or use it against him, or parade it around in front of his face until he begged for it. Even kind people who treated others well did this. Even people who had professed to care for him.

The safest thing was to pretend that he had no desires, or to lie and mask them with something adjacent—“I’m horny, not lonely; I drank to drink, not to weep”—that kind of silly, facile thing, or in recent years something more complicated. Occasionally he could succeed at hiding his desires perfectly behind another person’s, making them believe that he was just doing what they wanted, and how could they blame him for trying to please them?

Unfortunately, that strategy didn’t always work. Especially with Fenris.

“We need to be on our way, mage.” Fenris’s voice, impatient but not yet flat with irritation, cut into Anders’ contemplation.

“Right, sure,” said Anders, and went back to packing up the campsite.

The journey so far had been long, and there was still much ground to cover before they met with Hawke. Anders dreaded it. A week ago, he would’ve said it was because he was afraid of himself; could not bear what he had done, despite or perhaps because of the fact that he believed it had been necessary; and no longer saw any reason to live.

Less weighty concerns preoccupied him now.

Fenris was busy with the tent, so Anders could stare at him. His hair had been growing. He was wearing it up and pulled back hard, in a way that looked painful and emphasized the sharpness of his thin face. If Anders ran a finger along the edge of that jaw, he was sure it would make him bleed.

He shook his head to disperse his thoughts. They had run across a lot of elfroot the other day, had managed to gather more of it than space was budgeted for, and the pack with healing supplies needed to be carefully organized if Anders was to carry it without tiring or losing anything.

He devoted himself to this task so thoroughly that he didn’t notice Fenris’s approach. Well, he noticed that Fenris was near, because he always did—the lyrium brands called to the spirit, or demon, inside him who had lain sleeping since their exit from Kirkwall, melodic and impossible to ignore—but it startled him when arms wrapped around him and a sharp-chinned face pressed to his back.

“You smell good,” said Fenris, sounding surprised.

“I need a bath,” said Anders, because he did.

“Hah.” Fenris did something with his face that—yes, that was nuzzling. A week ago, Anders might’ve thought him incapable of even conceiving of such an action. “You do.”

Anders held his breath. He didn’t shrink or make himself stiff, as that might make Fenris pull away, but he didn’t do what he wanted either, which was to lean back against Fenris and bring his arms around him tighter. Then start begging.

“Is it that I smell like elfroot?” he said.

“No, you smell like human.”

“No need to sound so disgusted, elf.”

“If you disgusted me, I would not be touching you. We will bathe tonight,” Fenris announced, and released him. “At the inn.”

“The inn?” said Anders. No inn had been mentioned to him before. They hadn’t slept under a roof in weeks, unless caves counted, and to Anders they didn’t.

“There is a certain spring, supposedly not far from here, where an inn serves those desiring to take the waters. Hawke has a contact there.”

“Well, I can’t say a bed won’t be a welcome change of pace,” said Anders. “But…”

“You can work through your doubts on the road,” said Fenris. “Now, finish your task.”

“You were the one who interrupted me!” Anders protested, and went back to arranging the healing supplies. He could still feel the warmth of Fenris’s body, and it made his chest ache. His mind turned, as it had many times in the past week, to thoughts and urges he’d hoped he would never have again.

There was an inn. Just as Fenris had said, Hawke had a contact there: the owner, a very small, very bright-eyed old Fereldan woman who retained her hulking nephew as the sole employee. The inn didn’t get many visitors this time of year, so they were free to take their pick of the rooms.

It had been a long day. After they ate and drank, the nephew brought up water for the bath. Anders bathed first, as he suspected Fenris would goad him into it otherwise.

Fenris occupied himself with laying out clothes for the morning, his back to Anders. Anders dampened a rag and wiped off the worst of the grime on him before getting into the bath. Soaking in the water made him feel loose and tired, and soothed cramps and pains he hadn’t realized he had.

When he was done, the water was cold, so he heated it. He didn’t realize what he’d done—he was too focused, perhaps, on trying not to look at Fenris, or see if Fenris was looking at him—until they switched places and he heard Fenris exclaim.

Surreal, Anders thought. A week ago, would he have cared if Fenris drowned? (Answer: Yes, he would have, but that care would’ve had nowhere to go.) Now here he was, leaping across the room like an anxious young mother to make sure the water wasn’t too hot.

“That was careless of you,” said Fenris. His face was flushed, hair a little wavy with steam. Anders couldn’t bear to regard him for long, but instead chose to aim his attention slightly off, so he got blurry flashes of elf out of the side of his vision. “Someone could have noticed the use of magic.”

“The innkeeper’s nephew carried my staff upstairs.”

“He might have really thought it was a walking stick,” Fenris grumbled.

“It’ll be fine,” said Anders. “It’s Hawke’s contact.” He turned away, but a wet hand caught his wrist. He glanced at Fenris in fear, finding a grim look in his eyes. Then another hand grabbed the front of his nightshirt—rude!—and pulled him down into a hot, damp kiss.

“You have a water thing,” he accused breathlessly, when he was let up.

Fenris’s brow wrinkled. As he remembered what Anders was referring to, he smirked. “This is coincidence.”

“If it happens a third time, you have to admit that I’m right.”

“I have to admit nothing.” He pulled Anders down again. There was sweat involved at this point, and tongue. A lot of water got on Anders’ nightshirt.

Anders tore himself away, and Fenris didn’t pursue him. “I have to wear this to bed,” he complained, trying to wring out the nightshirt.

“Not necessarily.”

“Well, aren’t you smooth,” said Anders, but panic was coiling inside him. If what was between them was only flirtation, and Fenris tired of him after one try, or if Fenris discovered how much he wanted and was threatened or repulsed by it… “Some other time, maybe. I’m tired.”

He wasn’t lying. He managed to fall asleep before Fenris could join him in the bed.

Anders awoke mid-scream from a nightmare about the Mother. Hadn’t had one of those in a while. He gulped in air, trying to stagger his breaths enough to slow his racing heart.

“Mage? Are you yourself?” Fenris stood on the other side of the bed. His markings gleamed in the darkness, not lit but singing with potential, and he held his hands up in a defensive posture.

Anders realized that he had been glowing. As soon as he noticed, the glow faded out.

“Uh,” he said. “I think so.”

He felt Fenris watching him. He closed his eyes and tried to calm down.

The elf’s weight hit the bed. “Anders,” he said, and Anders felt him crawl tentatively towards him.

“I had a nightmare,” he explained. “It’s just one of those Grey Warden things. You must have heard me having one before.”

“Not so loudly before.” Fenris moved closer. His bare knee brushed Anders’ leg.

“Did you sleep naked?” said Anders, cracking an eye.

“Yes,” said Fenris, unnecessarily, with what sounded like a deliberate lack of embarrassment. “I… had hopes for the morning. But you need not concern yourself with that.”

“Ah.”

“You would prefer that I were dressed.”

“No, I,” Anders took in a breath. “Can you hold me? Just hold me. You don’t have to do anything else.” He turned on his side so that he didn’t have to see Fenris’s expression, as little as could be made out in the darkness.

There was a moment of silence from Fenris, during which Anders resigned himself to the literal or figurative tearing out of his heart; and then a strong, wiry body was carefully pressed to his back.

“Like this?” said Fenris, draping an arm over his waist.

“Fuck,” said Anders, and made himself relax.

He had wanted to keep it at that, but his body was restless and greedy, made bold by the press of skin and the tangling of bare legs. His nightshirt was cool with sweat and Fenris felt so warm.

He shifted and felt Fenris harden, cock just grazing his ass.

Anders rolled his hips back.

Fenris froze. Anders pushed back against him, harder.

"Changed my mind," he said. Before he could think twice, he took hold of Fenris's hand and moved it under the hem of his nightshirt.

Fenris sucked in a breath. He ran his hand over Anders' torso, up over his chest, and then down to his stomach, hips, thighs. His fingers curled around Anders and stroked, the friction already eased by his arousal.

"You want me." Fenris sounded uncertain and a little confused.

Anders squeezed his eyes shut. "I do."

He reached behind himself, awkwardly, and found Fenris's other hand. Lips were pressed to his shoulder through the nightshirt; he would have preferred to feel them on bare skin, but didn't want to push it. Then Fenris tugged the collar of the nightshirt aside to bite him, and his surprised gasp quickly became a moan.

There was clearly more to be said. Anders decided to put it off for as long as he could manage, as Fenris pressed against him and continued to touch him, giving him, for the moment at least, anything he might think to ask for.

#realace #dadwc #dadwc fill

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pinkfadespirit · 2 years

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Here’s the painting I made for the @black-emporium-exchange as a treat for @potatowitch @realace @imperatrixvini and @hazelestelle. And here is is on AO3.

#nanders #nathaniel x anders #anders #nathaniel howe #dragon age awakening #dragon age #pink fade art #black emporium exchange

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dadrunkwriting · 2 months

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DWC Europe: Head count

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#da drunk writing circle #team europe head count

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barbex · 1 year

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Fic writers' end-of-year roundup: 2022 edition!

It’s that time of year, writer friends — time to take stock of what we’ve been up to this year! @pikapeppa tagged me, thank you!

And I'm tagging... everyone. @storybookhawke, @bexifer, @ocean-in-my-rebel-soul, @rpgwrites, @fandomn00blr, @asaara-writes, @dafan7711, @kemvee, @kunstpause, @blarrghe, @a-tear-in-the-veil, @in-arlathan, @elveny, @hawkeish, @starsandskies, @dismalzelenka, @charlatron, @enigmalea, @tessa1972, @wickedwitchofthewilds, @noire-pandora, @queen-kass-the-writer, @lavellanvibes, @vonuberwald, @evilsapphyre, @pinkfadespirit, @musetta3, @lesetoilesfous, @faux-fires, @midnightprelude, @ellie-effie, @andrastesknickerweasel, @mordinette, @kagetsukai, @zet-sway, @roguelioness, @potatowitch, @for-the-ninth, @anneapocalypse, @rakshadow, @contreparry, @realace, @chaosride, @emotionalmorphine, @anderstrevelyan, @thedastrash, @only-slightly-terrified

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Words written (published or not, WIPs included!): 188,336 words according to my trusty spreadsheet, in 45 fics on AO3 and a few secret things.

Smut scenes: How do I even count that? I wrote 11 explicit fics in 2022. Some had several scenes.

New things I tried: I tried writing more short things for DA Drunk Writing Circle on Friday nights. It went well, I think, but sometimes it feels like I'm wasting a big idea on a small thing and then I can't use it again, which is STUPID, I know, but it's still a thing going on in this old head.

Fic I spent the most time on: I have such a bad memory. I don't remember such things, time us just so... timey.

Looking at my trusty spreadsheet, I spent three months in the beginning of the year to finish Destiny's Bite and then Mystery of the Rose appeared. Currently, I'm spending the most time on Twilight and Soup. Like an unhealthy amount of time. You don't even know how much this fic occupies my brain space.

Fic I spent the least time on: I think I wrote the first chapter of Mystery of the Rose in one night.

Favourite thing I wrote: I think it's Outshine the Stars, but I love all my ongoing fics too.

Favourite thing I read: The Right Pressure by DemonicPersephone, the pining, the careful feelings developing...

Writing goals for next year: More words. Finish a few longifcs. Write the original novels. Just... use time more efficiently. Oh and if possible, maybe play a game again? But mostly, more writing.

#tag game #end-of-year roundup #2022

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fandomn00blr · 1 year

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by the ever-wonderful and talented @funkypoacher today. I am stuuuuuuuck on editing/revising the last few pages of my next chapter of Warden Hawke for public consumption (nobody wants to read a five page meandering conversation between Carver and my Amell do they?), so I have returned to this silly situation in a totally different world state I’ve been poking at for a little break from the heavy stuff...

Anders asks Oghren, “What’s he like, the King? I mean…you fought with him during the worst of it, right?”

“You think you got a chance with him, kid?”

“Well, he did just help to save my life…”

“Saved mine plenty of times, too. Doesn’t mean he wanted to share a bedroll!” He cackles, wheezing, then coughs. “He’s a good man. Bit idealistic at times. Has a sadness to him, too. But good to have on your side. Consider yourself lucky he and the Commander seem to have a soft spot for you mages…that Templar bitch sure seemed to have it out for you.”

“Yes, well…” Anders sighs. “That just seems to be a part of the job.”

“You know, the King was almost one.”

“One what?”

“A Templar. Got conscripted to the Wardens right before he took his oaths.”

“Interesting…”

“Don’t go getting any weird ideas about it.”

“I’m…not…”

“Yeah you are...” Oghren snorts. “I can see the filthy gears turnin’ in your head!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“Uh-huh.”

“Can we just…” Anders huffs. “What exactly are we meant to be doing right now?”

“Gotta collect some Darkspawn blood…”

Tagging along to @serial-chillr, @paraparadigm, @convenientcoma, @grumpkinvicky, @blarrghe, @ziskandra, @noire-pandora, @cleverblackcat, @sarsaparillia, @gothkimmyschmidt, @pinkfadespirit, @realace, @nirikeehan, @musetta3, @tea42, and anyone else who wants to share something!

#WIP wednesday #dragon age #anders #oghren #anders has a crush on the king of ferelden #nbd #shit's about to get even weirder for him #my writing #definitely still a WIP

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fthechantry · 1 year

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@realace requested I draw Dorian in Anders' coat, so here he is after many hours.

Click to see full detail

Part of putting Dorian in clothes he hates series. 4/?

#dorian pavus dragon age #dorian pavus fanart #dorian pavus #dragon age fan art #dragon age fanart #my art #dorian in clothes he would hate

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celemee · 2 years

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Hi! I loved your Handers dadwc prompt you filled in last week! Can I get “Is somebody jealous?” for Handers :D

Hi, Realace!

Aaahhh, thank you so much for saying that! I'm happy to write more Handers. :3

For @dadrunkwriting

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Garrett closes the door behind himself, sighing in exhaustion. It's been a long day, followed by a long evening, and now the streets of Hightown are dark and deserted. It seems even Bodahn and Sandal have gone to bed; only a weak glow of light peeks from upstairs. Smiling gratefully, he pushes himself off the door and navigates towards it.

"Took your sweet time tonight, didn't you," Anders snipes in lieu of a greeting when Garrett staggers inside and slumps on the bed.

The tone of voice wilts the smile from his face. "Sorry, love. Believe it or not, Fenris was on a chatty mood."

His words meet a stony silence that stretches. Anders sits hunched over the writing table, still at work. Eventually, a bitter, hollow laugh: "Not sure I believe you."

Garrett finally catches on, his brows furrowing. "Then tell me, what do you think kept me?"

There's no reply, but the scribbling of Anders's quill pauses.

"Wait a minute. Is somebody jealous?" Garrett asks, his voice softening. He rises laboriously from the bed, approaching Anders's still and silent form carefully. "Sweetheart, darling. My love..."

Tentatively, he presses a hand on Anders's shoulder. When it's not shrugged away, he dares to loop it around the slight frame. "...you are my partner, my dearest, and I would never jeopardise what we have."

"I know," Anders says after a moment, leaning back into Garrett's chest, lifting a hand to his forearm. His eyes are closed, his voice quiet. "I'm sorry, I—"

But Garrett continues; "I know, love. You sit here and think of terrible scenarios you supposedly deserve. Don't listen to that voice. I would never deceive you. I love you."

Anders nods, quiet again, and Garrett presses his chin on the blond head. "Fenris sits in his mansion every night," he begins carefully, "alone in a strange city. Scared and lonely, even if he'd never say so. You understand why I spend so many evenings with him?"

There's a stretch of silence, but Anders remains in place, seeming relaxed. "I understand," he sighs eventually. "You're too good for your own good."

"No," Garrett shakes his head and pulls away a little, rounding up to the side and kneeling, meeting Anders's gaze. This is important. "I would do a lot for my friends, including Fenris. A lot. But I'd burn the world for you. Do you believe me?"

There's no sign of annoyance or jealousy in Anders's eyes. Just... wonder. "I believe you."

Garrett smiles. "Good. Now, come to bed?"

#handers #m!handers #anders #dragon age #dragon age 2 #my writing #dadwc #thank you so much for the lovely prompt!#hawke #original post

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liza011 · 1 year

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Happy DADWC can I get Zevran and "frost" as the prompt?

16. Frost (Zevran/m!Surana)

Rating: T

For @dadrunkwriting.

@realace Thanks for the prompt.

Zevran joined Aiden at the shooting range inside the palace courtyard. Even though both their faces were covered with scarves to keep them protected from the biting cold, Aiden could see that Zevran was smiling, the soft, tanned skin around his amber eyes every so slightly wrinkled. The sight was breathtaking.

"Your eyelashes have frost on them," Zevran chuckled. "It looks beautiful."

Aiden was still taken aback every time Zevran complimented him.

"Thank you." He wondered if he'd ever get used to them. He liked them, but sometimes he thought he didn't deserve them.

"Remember to keep your elbow up," Zevran reminded Aiden as he drew his bow.

He did and fired. He hit the target off-center.

"Not bad," Zevran said.

Aiden laughed. "I don't think we're seeing the same thing."

"It landed." There was admiration in his tone. "If there was poison on that arrow, they would drop. It wouldn't matter it wasn't a killing shot."

"I won't always have poison on hand," Aiden remarked.

"You mean you can just conjure some?"

"Not any that I can put on an arrow, no."

"Well if that is so," Zevran pulled an arrow from Aiden's quiver, "take another shot. Aim lower and further to the right than you think you need. You're still a bit shaky on release."

With Zevran's help, he got closer and closer to hitting the bull's eye.

"Last arrow. Think you'll get it?" Zevran teased.

"Probably not."

"I like that you're keeping your expectations realistic," Zevran told him.

Aiden aimed, drew his bow and fired.

He didn't hit the bull's eye, but he had gotten close.

"Want to have a go as well?" Aiden asked and moved to retrieve the arrows.

"Of course, especially since you love watching me."

"That I do."

When Aiden returned to him and handed him the quiver, Zevran placed a hand on his shoulder. "Thank you, my love."

Aiden stilled at the touch and forgot to breathe for a moment. "You're welcome."

"I find it fascinating that I have such an effect on you still, even after all this time," Zevran chuckled.

"You always will. You're so good to me."

Zevran hugged him, then took his place at the range.

Aiden watched him shoot, repeatedly hitting the bull's eye until he had no arrows left.

Zevran took a bow. "I hope you are impressed."

"I am."

"Good. Now let's go back inside before your eyelashes aren't the only thing that freezes."

#dadwc #da drunk writing circle #liza011 #da drunk writing

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potatowitch · 1 year

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10 fandoms / 10 characters

... and less than 10 tags oops. I struggled to think of shit I like other than Dragon Age lmao

tagged by @justcallmecappy

Dragon Age - Anders

Mass Effect - Jack

Baldurs’ Gate 3 - Astarion

Divinity Original Sin 2 - Sebille

Warcraft - Arthas Menethil

Star Wars - Asajj Ventress

Vampire The Masquerade: Bloodlines - Beckett

LOTR - Merry

Neverwinter Nights - Deekin

Skyrim - Lucien Flavius (I know he’s a mod shhhh)

tagging (let me know if you don’t want me to tag you in future): @realace @tea42 @swagalicioussquids @dismalzelenka @rozhevisny @oxygenforthewicked @pinkfadespirit

#tag game #10 fandoms 10 characters

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dacreateathon · 1 year

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As Good As It Gets

By @realace

Pairing: Anders/Male Hawke

Rating: T

Tags: Ser Pounce-a-Lot, Modern AU with Magic, Inspired by Art, Domestic Fluff, Moving, Idiots in Love, Cuddling and Snuggling, Slice of Life, Romance

Word Count: 1139

Anders has just moved into his own apartment for the first time and decides to invite his boyfriend, Hawke, over.

#dragon age fanfiction #anders #male hawke #anders/m!hawke #da createathon works

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transandersrights · 1 year

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Dragon Age Create-a-Thon fic post!

I participated in @dacreateathon and the creation period just ended, which means all the DA fic I've been working on for the last six weeks is now posted! That's five fics + one collab chapter.

I'd say there's something for everyone but mostly there are six things for me. HOWEVER if you enjoy Anders specifically or mage feelings generally there may in fact be something for you. I've summarised + linked each fic down below!

What if Dragon Age 2 was Varric's elaborate homebrew campaign. What if Anders decided to blow up Varric's elaborate homebrew campaign. What if Sebastian and Fenris got a little too into the roleplay. And most importantly: what if Hawke rolled a nat20 to work out that Orsino was about to do blood magic.

Do you enjoy weird little niche mage rights fics? Well, this is like 3000 words of theoretical modern Thedas Circle abolishment texts, complete with minutes from an overlong Conclave meeting and an anonymous letter to a newspaper from a very concerned mother.

A while back I posted abt how fucked up it would be if Warden Surana's mother had a kid after they were taken to the Circle and Surana found out about it. Then I wrote about my Warden, Adrel Surana, finding out about it :)

A gift fic for @midnightprelude! Basically a prelude to modern Thedas Dorian's one night stand (Anders) eventually becoming his boyfriend who radicalises him. This is mostly flirting tho.

I wrote the second chapter of this collab where Anders dropped out of med school and became a barista at Varric's money laundering front, a cat cafe! My chapter is about Cullen walking into the cafe and Anders predictably coping very well.

Have I already written about Anders meeting his mother again? Yes. But he wasn't sopping wet, exhausted, or trans that time - he is now! This fic was also a gift for @factorykat and @realace.

#alt text in id #dragon age #dragon age fanfiction #anders dragon age

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syrupwit · 2 years

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Welcome to DADWC! Anders is my favorite too! For a challenge prompt; some lyrics from Hozier's Nobody: "I'd be appalled if I saw you ever try to be a saint. I wouldn't fall for someone I thought couldn't misbehave." For Fenders or Nanders or just Anders? (i love him!!)

Hello!! Thank you :) I hope you will forgive me for taking the liberty of writing smut about our mutual favorite, and also wandering off the prompt a bit.

Here's 1123 words of Awakening-era Anders/Nathaniel Howe for @dadrunkwriting under the cut, NSFW. (Please note that Anders makes reference to sleeping with Templars, but there is no elaboration or onscreen noncon/dubcon.)

Arms encircled Nathaniel from behind, pulling him back against a warm, bare chest. He allowed the embrace to occur, neither recoiling from it nor leaning into it, his gaze fixed on the few slivers of pre-dawn scenery he could make out through the small window.

A kiss was dropped in his hair, and a voice still rough from sleep said into his ear, “You know, most people go off by themselves to have their crisis of conscience after sleeping with me.”

“Right,” said Nathaniel.

“Templars excepted, of course. As a rule, Templars prefer to have crises of conscience where there’s someone around to take it out on.”

“Who says I’m having a crisis of conscience?” said Nathaniel.

“Mmm.” Anders inhaled for the drama, or possibly sniffed him. “Why else would you be standing in a dark room, staring at the wall, when you could come in my mouth twice before breakfast? Unless you’re brooding about your lost family honor again.”

“You overestimate your allure,” said Nathaniel, holding himself very still as Anders’ tongue traced a wet line along his neck.

“I’ve got a pretty accurate idea of my allure, actually.” Anders tugged the collar of Nathaniel’s sleep shift aside at the shoulder and mouthed a kiss there; Nathaniel suppressed a shudder. His other hand slipped down Nathaniel’s front, ever so slowly, curving to rest over his—

Nathaniel caught Anders’ wrist.

He felt Anders smirk against his skin. The captive fingers wriggled teasingly, and the body at Nathaniel’s back pressed a little heavier, hips nudging his ass. “You were saying?”

“I wasn’t brooding,” Nathaniel felt the need to clarify some time later. He had been herded back into bed and stripped, and was now lying on his back while Anders blew him. It still wasn’t dawn, but it would be dawn soon, and the light in the room was gray and unreal.

Anders, mouth occupied, hummed in a way that might be taken as a question.

“I was”—Nathaniel reached out to pet Anders’ hair—“thinking. And some of it was about my family, though I’d rather not go into detail.”

Thankfully, Anders’ reply was muffled to the point of unintelligibility. He might have just been adjusting his jaw.

“Suffice it to say that my life was supposed to be different in a number of important ways, some of them more and some less obvious.” Nathaniel met Anders’ gaze, and felt something twist and spark in his chest when Anders forced another half-inch of his cock down.

Nathaniel thrust up involuntarily, but Anders just took it. His eyes slipped shut, his hair fell over his face. There was a flush to his cheeks and chest even in the low light. He looked so…

“You look so good like this,” said Nathaniel, more softly than he had intended, and was rewarded with a quiet moan.

Anders was very tolerable like this, even sweet. Not that Nathaniel was inclined to tell him so; Anders would be sure to react with barely restrained anger, which he would then deflect with sarcasm and half-serious accusations that Nathaniel would prefer him Tranquil. No, Nathaniel should keep it to himself.

He wondered if he’d be able to look at Anders the same way after this. Perhaps the crisis of conscience was happening now.

To distract himself, and to prevent Anders from noticing any changes in his demeanor, he said, “You said twice in your mouth before breakfast, but maybe I’d like to come on your face.”

Anders shot him a hooded, unreadable glance, though he did not falter in his task.

“Never mind,” Nathaniel decided, feeling his voice go low and breathless. “What I really want to do is—” And here a long stream of filth poured out of him, describing various uses of his anticipated spend and Anders’ mouth. He wasn’t sure where it came from, but he couldn’t stop once he got started.

Anders kept sucking him through it, doubling his attentions when Nathaniel got especially riled up and then pulling back before he could finish. It happened a few times in a row before Nathaniel realized it was on purpose.

“You’re a tease,” he accused.

Anders smiled around him and fluttered his lashes. Then he did something devious and tingly to the space behind Nathaniel’s balls and the underside of his cockhead simultaneously, which had him tensing, gasping, and coming so hard his ears rang.

As soon as Nathaniel caught his breath, Anders attacked him. In a maneuver directly inspired by Nathaniel’s lust-addled ravings of minutes before, he shoved his tongue into his mouth and forced him to accept his own come. Nathaniel kissed back and twined a hand in his hair, using the other hand to grip his ass while Anders rutted against his thigh.

The kiss was desperate at first, but gradually gentled, as did the rhythmic press of Anders’ body. It was a slow, off-center glide by the time Anders seized, froze, and sighed into his mouth.

He laid his head on Nathaniel’s chest and snuggled in, languid and comfortable despite the stickiness between them. “That was lovely. I’d entertain your moral crises over a Templar’s any day.”

“I can still smack you around if you’d like,” joked Nathaniel, and felt him stiffen. “Ah, not the time.”

“We can’t all have wits like mine, Howe.”

Nathaniel didn’t take the opening, choosing instead to stroke his hair.

He must have dozed off, because the next thing he heard was the newest recruit, a freed slave rescued from a den of smugglers, yelling “BREAKFAST” and banging pots and pans together as she tromped down the hallway.

It had been Sigrun’s idea to start up “Breakfast Call.” In its second or third iteration, the custom had grown well beyond its initial goal of antagonizing Oghren, and was now looked forward to by half the Keep (usually the half assigned to Breakfast Call) and dreaded by the other (usually the half not assigned to Breakfast Call).

Velanna, in particular, hated Breakfast Call. Sometimes the Warden-Commander herself had to be called on to wake her, and even she invariably left Velanna’s quarters with thorn scratches. Or possibly cat scratches. It was never clear where Anders' cat spent his nights.

“Breakfast Call,” Nathaniel said to Anders, unnecessarily.

“Mrrmmmrrrrm. Tell me this is one of those nebulous but oh-so-important things that would be different if you were the Arl of Amaranthine.”

“I’ve always been a morning person,” Nathaniel confided.

Anders groaned, pushed away from him, and started moving down his chest. “Right, we have about seven minutes before the second phase starts and Justice is banging on the door. Do you want that second orgasm or not?”

The sun was just about risen by the time they made it to breakfast.

#dadwc #dadwc fill #realace

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pinkfadespirit · 1 year

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WIP Wednesday

Thank you for the tag @fandomn00blr! It’s always nice to see what you’ve been working on. I also saw the open tag from @anderstrevelyan so I’ll hop in on that too (hello! It’s nice to see you on tumblr. I love your Anders/Amell fic!)

I’m finally writing something that’s not a secret! I’ve actually decided that Secret Sanders is going to be my last exchange for a while because I want to get back to working on my longfics. Or at least that was the plan before I started two new ones... 😅 Right now I’m working on the Justnanders fic I started before CAT, where Anders has been captured by templars and made Tranquil and, thanks to Justice, it doesn’t stick.

The door to the infirmary swung open and Amell stepped inside. The way his gaze went straight to Anders made it clear that Velanna had explained what happened. His dark eyebrows drew together as he took in the obvious signs of emotion, the way he was slumped against Nathaniel, the puffy red skin around his eyes as he looked up.

"Amell," he said, his voice wavering. A fresh wave of emotion seemed to wash over him at the sight of the commander and Nathaniel had no doubt he was remembering how Amell had been the one to rescue him from the Circle tower. "Justice, he..."

"Cured you," Amell finished for him, as Anders' voice shook under the weight of his intensified emotions. "Velanna told me. I confess, I was unsure if I truly believed it."

"What reason would I have to lie?" Velanna said irritably as she entered behind him.

"I apologise, Velanna, that is not what I meant. It is only that I did not imagine the solution could be so simple."

To Nathaniel's surprise, Anders snorted. "I'm glad this looks simple to you."

There were still tears in his eyes even as he said it, but the sarcasm sounded so much like the old Anders Nathaniel had thought he'd lost that he couldn't help but smile and give his hand a small reassuring squeeze. It prompted Anders to look back at him and when he did, he offered a small, genuine smile in return.

"Fascinating," said Amell, his eyes not leaving Anders' face. "Justice, did you do anything in particular to bring this about?"

"Not as far as I am aware," replied Justice.

It’s one of those ‘I have no idea if it would work like this in canon - but what if it did???’ things.

Tagging: @goth-surana, @aria-i-adagio, @potatowitch, @johaeryslavellan, @dalish-rogue, @realace, @sulky-valkyrie and anyone else who wants to join in. I lost track of my old list, so let me know if you want me to tag you in these.

#WIP Wednesday

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