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I started this back in 2021 and it's been sitting on my iPad for 3 years. I don't care about any mistakes anymore, I'm just glad to finally get this done 😭 lol

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Hawke arrives to Skyhold…

…accompanied. I refuse to believe that the Kirkwall crew disbands ngl. Also my Hawke gets to smooch BOTH Isabela and Fenris because I said so.

Thank you for the prompt! It morphed into a bit of a different scene than I had planned but I always wanted to write something like this.

For @dadrunkwriting, fenders fic, Fenris x Anders. TW: vague references to slavery and abuse

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"Careful!" Anders pushes past Fenris, holding a child to his chest. Blood spread on his shirt like a blooming flower, the fabric soaking it up. "Either help, or get out of the way," Anders barks in Fenris' general direction, his eyes firmly set on the child in his arm. When the child, possibly a boy, no older than ten summers, is positioned on the exam table, only then does he turn and look at the other men and women following him.

There's injured, bleeding people everywhere. One structure in Darktown collapsed under the weight of the water dripping down from Hightown and Lowtown. It has been raining for weeks, something the gardeners of Hightown have rejoiced about, but down here, the rain is a deadly force.

"Healer!"

Another cry for help. Fenris watches, glaring at the mage. Someone shoves a pile of bandages into Fenris' arms and quickly he finds himself dragged towards a section of the clinic where people with mild injuries get treated by Anders' assistants. He hands bandages where needed and wraps them around injuries too. All the while, he watches Anders.

The mage looks exhausted. The mage looks gorgeous.

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.

For @14daysdalovers​ I tried my hand at prompt number two, Slow Dance. A little fenders fic, of course. Fenris x Anders, Dragon Age.

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For a tavern in bum-fuck-nowhere, the music is surprisingly good. All the band members know how to play their instruments without hurting themselves and they almost always hit all the notes at the right time. The singer is a bit intense sometimes, but he definitely is passionate. 

After a heart wrenching solo about being burned by love, the singer discreetly wipes his eyes and bows to the applause. While he goes around with a hat, collecting generous tips, the band begins to play again. The song is cheerful, a light melody circling around the clarinet’s melody. 

Fenris looks at Anders. He has been watching him all evening. Anders’ eyes are bright and, except for one moment, a smile played around his lips the whole time. But when the singer sang of burned love, a frown fell over his face. It’s gone now, the sunny smile is back, but Fenris still sees it like a shadow.

“What does it mean, mage?” he asks.

Once again, this event made me write a fenders fic. Can’t stop, won’t stop. I wrote this for @14daysdalovers​ for prompt 6 “Declaration”.

Fenris x Anders, Dragon Age, lemony

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Fenris lets him in and leads him up to the room he claimed for himself, silently. Anders follows, excited expectation curling in his stomach. Soon, he will be naked and Fenris will touch him, still in silence. They’ve been doing this for weeks now. 

The others don’t know that Anders agreed to be Fenris’… Fuck-teacher? Fuckbuddy? Fucktoy? Enemy with benefits? Although, they aren’t really enemies anymore, not since Fenris shared his trauma around sex in one night of wine-drunkenness and Anders agreed to help him. He knows he will not replace Hawke. He’s just a temporary substitute, a helper, until Fenris is ready to go back to him.

Apparently I’m doing every other day? This is another fenders fic for the prompt “Companion” for @14daysdalovers​​. Fenris x Anders, Dragon Age. I like this one so much, I might continue it one day.

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The door of the Hanged Man slams against the wall, wet wind blowing into the room. Among loud protests from the people sitting close to the door, Hawke calls out “sorry, sorry!” and pushes the door closed again. She shakes herself like a wet cat, earning herself another round of protests from the table next to the door, and then comes over to their table.

Fenris finishes his stew, having learned that a hungry Hawke knows neither friends nor enemies and would snatch his soup away to eat it. That’s exactly what happens to Anders’ bowl, he wasn’t fast enough. 

“Hey, I wasn’t done with that." 

"I get you a new one,” Hawke promises before leaning her head back and dipping the remains into her mouth. She waves to Norah and soon, two fresh bowls of stew appear on the table and the mage actually eats his. Which is good. He can’t really afford to skip on eating, thin and tall as he is.

Not that Fenris cares.

“Anders, I’ve got a job for you.” Hawke has finished her stew and sips her watered ale. “A special job.”

Anders frowns into his bowl and picks up the remains of the stew with a piece of bread. “How special?”

“Nothing indecent,” she says. Her eyes narrow. “I think.”

“That’s not promising at all.”

This is for the prompt “A Favor” by @14daysdalovers​ and it has gotten out of control! It’s Fenris x Anders again and they just wouldn’t stop, for over 2200 words. I may need help.

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The Wounded Coast is beautiful sometimes. The sun shines, it’s actually getting a bit too warm. Anders stops, takes off his coat and just stands there with his eyes closed and his face turned to the sun. It never stops feeling wonderful.

“Mage.”

Anders doesn’t open his eyes. He doesn’t need to, he always senses where Fenris is if he’s close enough. Not only can he hear the leather of Fenris’ armor creaking as he walks by, the lyrium in his markings feels like a cloud of pressure passing him. 

“Yes, Fenris?”

The cloud stops in front of him. “What are you doing?”

“Enjoying the sun.”

An undefinable sound comes from Fenris, it sounds like annoyance to Anders. But maybe it’s confusion. He shouldn’t always assume the worst, Hawke has said. He’s trying. He promised. So he opens his eyes to look at Fenris who, no, does not look annoyed, not at all, it’s more like, maybe, possibly he looks… sad? And he’s not looking at Anders.

Fenris looks up ahead, to where Hawke and Merrill giggle about something with Isabela. Anders’ gaze drops to Fenris’ wrist, to the red band tied around it. Hawke’s favor.

A remark sits on the tip of his tongue, something about ‘shouldn’t have left her, should you?’ but he doesn’t say it. It would be like kicking someone who’s already down. It would be mean. He promised not to be mean. 

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“Alright, am I out of the loop here? What happened between you two?” Varric shoves himself into the space next to Anders, pressing him closer to Fenris and Fenris against the wall.

So in a moment of unparalleled dorkery, I sat down and took apart Fenris’ armor, piece by piece. Pictures and screencaps after the break.